Ravenous Butterflies Novels & Stories

Then, a click. The butterfly swarm thickens, their wings slicing the air like razor-edged paper. My eyes water, but I squint through the haze—there. Esteban’s belt buckle glints, its silver filigree unnaturally pristine amid the chaos. A tiny vent near the clasp leaks a faint, iridescent mist. Pheromones! Haitian market smugglers used similar cartridges to ward off patrol dogs. A shadow moves in the swarm. The butterflies part like a curtain.

but that is Revan Rathore is the second name of madness; the madness that is nothing in front of his butterfly's love; he himself does not know if he loves her or not but he is obsessed with her for sure. he had said I love you to his butterfly but it was all fake; he never mean it and he knows it the day his butterfly will come to know that he does not love her; she will try her best to leave him but will he let that happen? never. now all he was waiting for his butterfly to wake up soon...

Seeing her passionate and yearning for me makes my stomach feel like it's being filled with the flapping of butterfly wings. "I want to continue it to the end."

Could a place so beautiful be cursed? Perhaps entering paradise always demanded a price. As the midday sun faded, Caelia wandered through the shallows of the lagoon, the warm water lapping at her feet. The giant rock cast a comforting shadow, while the whispering leaves above masked the unease that still clung to her from the monstrous wyvern’s attack. At first, she flinched at every rustle or beating of wings, mistaking harmless birds for threats. But gradually, the tranquil atmosphere began to soothe her, and she found herself captivated by a large butterfly perched on a blade of grass at the water’s edge. It crept closer, drinking from the cool surface, its fragile beauty a sharp contrast

Every butterfly he's felt these last few days with him threatens to claw out of his throat. "There are...more?"

Anorexia keeps me from my chrysalis. As they eat, they get bigger until their lazy selves create a chrysalis. The chrysalis surrounds and protects them while they wait. I can't be a butterfly because I can't wait. Waiting is for the patient. And that is not me. I'm impatient, and that is why I am a black widow. I will never change. I will remain poisonous until the sirens tell me otherwise.