Red Butterfly Wings Novels & Stories

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

Then added, mock-sweet, “Unless you want me to stop.” Raven said nothing. Just turned and walked away, jaw tight, fists clenched at her sides. Heading to the empty dressing room. She slipped in quietly, head down, arms wrapped around her torso. She made her way to the back corner where her bag was shoved high on the top shelf. She reached up. Her shirt lifted with the motion, rising just enough to reveal the ugly bloom of bruises along her ribs—dark and raw against her pale skin. Red had been leaning near the door, arms crossed, pretending not to watch. But his eyes caught the shift. The flash of skin. The marks.

He grabbed his phone and barked at Bernard, "Drag Wanda back here right now. I want her at Jilly and Harvey's engagement party, and she'd better congratulate them in person!" After that, Dad dove headfirst into planning the engagement, micromanaging every little thing himself. Bernard, who was supposed to get in touch with me, called nonstop for three days, but all he got was nothing. Even when he tried to track me down, the only thing he dug up was my last connecting flight. It was like I'd just disappeared off the face of the earth. Everything about me stopped cold the day I left home. Bernard began sweating bullets and could barely spit it out to Dad. "M-Mr. Swain, Wanda's… I think she's

Curl noticed how shocked she was so he slowly pushed her back and covered her a bit till she recovered. "I present to you, Fairy Wing" said Curl, letting Pradai get a look. But something else happened. Like waves and below the Cliff, rose four more Fairy Wings. They were younger and smaller, and different. One was grey, one was red, one was blue, and the last was white, alongside their rainbow-coloured wings. Apparently Pradai was shaking, she wasn't done processing the first one yet. "...umm I mean, Fairy Wings" Curl added, looking at Pradai with one eye. He tried as much as possible not to let go of her.

The sound of that strange name drew my attention back to the group and what I saw next was nothing short of wondrous. Little Leah was still in Luna Malaya's arms with Sarah and Julian right next to them, looking at Freya in wonder. And then there was Freya, who had been the person to utter those strange butterflies. Her hand was raised towards the baby's face and suddenly, a bright blue smoke formed in her hands and as it rose, out came a beautiful blue butterfly, larger than any normal butterfly I had ever seen. A glittery dust came out of its wings that shore like diamonds in the light and it rose even higher, leaving behind a trail of glitter dust in its wave.

“What do you mean by your rare?” “Well, we don’t have royals in our realm like you do. But I suppose that’s what you could call me. So, there’s different kinds of fae and normally your wings are determined by the season you’re born in. If you have a light green color then you were born in spring, if they’re yellow then you were born in summer, if they’re red or orange then you were born in the fall, and if they’re blue then you were born in the winter.” I look at her iridescent wings that have a blend of colors in them and look as if they’re constantly moving and blending together. I say, “You don’t have any of those.”

When the doctor walked out of the room and passed the glass windows on the hallway, only then was Jay able to see the red wings attached to the doctor's back that didn't show up physically. A celestial being with a pair of red wings. As far as Jay could remember, only two types of wings colors he had ever seen in the Kingdom. White wings symbolized an Angel in its purest form, while black wings symbolize an Angel fallen from their grace. Jay had never seen any celestial beings with red wings before. More importantly, why a celestial being showed interest in a mortal man? Jay let the time flow once again. He looked outside the window, thinking about the doctor and why he was interested in Lia

A butterfly with its red wings flew into the territory of Waltz Castle. It kept flapping its wings towards the pavilion it was in. Then perched on the vines that filled the wall. The butterfly was silent there, enjoying the breeze that slightly shook its wings. But when this butterfly heard the sound of falling leaves, this butterfly instantly flapped its wings again, flying towards the roof of the pavilion. Through a small gap that was only fit for it, this butterfly flew into the pavilion. It was very dark inside, only the light from the slit roofs shone in there. This butterfly kept flying and perched on the hand of a man sleeping there.

Chloe announced to her assembled classmates, "we are going to learn about the life cycle of the painted lady butterfly. Anya, please distribute the coloring sheets." Anya handed out the pages with the efficiency of a seasoned assistant. "I colored mine already. I used purple." "Butterflies aren't purple," one of the boys protested. "Some butterflies are purple," Chloe said firmly. "The purple emperor butterfly is native to Europe and parts of Asia. It's very rare." "How do you know that?" "I read books. You should try it sometime."