Red Butterfly Wings Novels & Stories

It was a butterfly. I blinked twice in amusement and slowly reached out, only for it to fly over a potted hydrangea in the corner. I contented myself with watching from afar. It flapped its majestic wings elegantly— black etched with purple dots and an intricate pattern on the sides. Somewhere on the internet, someone pointed out that butterflies cannot actually see their wings. I wonder if it was actually true and what a shame that would be. To be so beautiful and yet so painfully unaware.

I took my time enjoying the sight laid out before me; the butterfly's wings were spread on either side of her labia from top to bottom. The outer edges were the same blue as her angel's wings with an outer ring of black with silver dots going down both sides. The eyes on the end of the antenna were right above her pierced clit, truly a beautiful work of art but not nearly as beautiful as the pussy it adorned. I opened the lips of her tattooed pussy, the eyes and antenna of the butterfly winking at me as I pushed my thumb inside her wetness. "Ummm." She arched her back and pushed herself down farther on my finger searching for more.

She said casually while watching many colorful dragonflies that suddenly fly around them. Lilly thinned her lips. “I'm not that short, it is every one that is too tall.” Lilly pouted and Debby instantly laughed out loud. "Yeah, yeah, whatever..." Debby wiped tears in the corner of her eyes. Lilly smiled when she saw Debby could finally laugh freely. And at that moment Lilly realized that small creatures were flying around them. “These dragonflies are colorful,” Debby said. “As far as I know, they are usually only red... Lilly, look! There's the blue one! Oh, it's purple!" Debby pointed at the dragonfly near her and Lilly immediately stiffened.

She rubbed his back lovingly. Leya flew low around Fewa. The Little Dragon sat on the ground in very poor condition. His broken wings turned blue. The wings should be bright green, flaming, and slightly scaly, like Fewa’s skin. The little butterfly then circled Fewa. It was like Leya was examining Fewa’s wound. A moment later, Leya opened her mouth wide. Leya’s mouth mucus appeared in large quantities.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

She moves slowly to the left, and runs to the right side, get excited sees someone approaching the cage, knowing you are about to let them out, her hand acts like a bird, with two hands as a wing, up down to fly away, far from other living things. "Excellent, next." All of a sudden she freezing in mid and moving wings but not the body. It's not the bird. The butterfly is a sign for a couple, her hand gives X form, everyone can see but not good to touch, have very fragile scales and you risk hurting her. "The flapping wings in my room can make a tornado in your heart." "Beautiful, I thinking about acting too now." Her comments before were not patiently enough, later the actor's performance wa

"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.

“Follow the butterfly!” Flying Rooster immediately got into the car and brought his subordinates to follow the butterfly. It was really a beautiful butterfly. Its wings were colorful. It flapped its wings, and they shone brightly after refracting the sunlight in the early morning. That was the symbol of life and the birth of a beautiful life. Fly away, butterfly! Flying Rooster drove behind the butterfly. In the beginning, it was along an asphalt road. Then, he drove along a small path. After that, the butterfly flew along the paddy fields, river, and bushes, which did not make sense to him.

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.

When Lance's finger touched the petal, all of our attention, captured by its captivating and unusual response! The flowers began to open wider while producing a variety of butterflies in different sizes! What struck me the most was the strange fixed color that they have. It only has two; green and blue. Our eyes were following the directions where they flew around the corner. These beautiful butterflies were dropping a white, tiny glitter that gave more life to the waters as they passed. The splashing of waves of the surrounding water made the pathway wet. We moved a bit to avoid getting hit. Well, except for Elaine, who was busy looking at those butterflies. So Christian stepped towards her