Red Butterfly Novels & Stories

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

“It’s a umbrella for you. Butterfly wings are big enough to keep out the rain.” Jenny took the piece of paper in her hands. The paper made a “rustling” sound as it moved between her fingers. The crayon colors left marks on her fingerprints—pink, blue, brown, green—standing out sharply against her pale skin. She looked down at the butterfly. Its wings were pink, with asymmetrical patterns: three dots on the left wing and two on the right. The butterfly’s body was brown, and its antennae were blue, bending to form two question-mark-shaped arcs on the paper.

"That pink fog should be something like pollen?" The fairy butterfly, which was about the size of a palm and had a pair of wings in 16 different colors on, fluttered around and landed on Ding Hao's palm. Upon careful observation, he found that this fairy butterfly was four to five times larger than the other butterflies of the same species, and the number of colors on its wings was several dozen times that on the wings of the other butterflies. Ding Hao took a closer look and found that its body was not so horrifying as the caterpillar-like bodies of ordinary butterflies, but instead, it was even more adorable and cute. Its thumb-thick waist was covered with extremely soft fluff. It was soft

Drake dares to assert that all the information that the silver butterfly gives him is true; It's just that the information is so weird that Drake needs a certain amount of time to digest it. The butterfly fluttered its delicate wings around Drake's body as it slowly raised its wings into the air and began to soar. The silver butterfly can completely feel the emotions that are stirring in its owner's heart because it is a loyal bodyguard for its owner and because it contains the noble blood of its owner.

She waves a hand across a patch of reeds which edges the shore where the stream meets the lake. Her teacher descends the slope carefully, using his stick as support while he guides himself along a six-inch wide sheep-trotted path between slippery grassy hummocks. Drawing closer, he can see the elaborate zigzag manoeuvres of dragonflies over the water. In brilliant shades of electric blue and iridescent green, their scintillating wings compete with the sparkle of the water for beauty and attention.

It is exceedingly rare, and my uncle has only ever found two in all of his adventuring. I open the next box, and it holds three jars of rare butterfly breed called Menelaus blue morpho and one dragonfly. The most vibrant blue wings I have even seen on butterflies. Most people do not know this, but butterfly wings are transparent, and their colour comes from tiny scales that reflect light. My uncle is always on the lookout for butterflies for me. I have a collection of them in the garden; they have always been attracted to my plants. They help the plants and trees, plus they are so beautiful to see flying around.