Red Butterfly Wings Novels & Stories

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.

He doesn’t have to say anything because from the way he moves so uncomfortably, he knows about Chris’ heroic deeds. “You don’t get a say-” “Oh, can it, Dad?” Victor yells, and I love that he’s standing up to his father. It makes him look so hot. They’re both arguing, but I don’t listen to them anymore because something catches my eye. A… butterfly? A black butterfly flies so gracefully, I study it in awe because it has the most beautiful wings I’ve ever seen. Black with tiny stars on them. And those stars glow, it’s so pretty.

’, her Lycan swoons. Caralyn rolls her eyes. ‘Or maybe I will be caught in the rain till my wings tear apart. Or I might be a lone insect who the other butterflies don’t want to play with,’ she pouts. Then, a wide smile gradually graced her lips. ‘I will be a very beautiful butterfly, though.’ Caralyn imagines herself as a beautiful, alluring butterfly, with her best colors as her wings: white and purple. ‘It will be an ethereal sight,’ she daydreams.

Raina There is a thing about butterflies, they use the colors on their wings to attract potential mates. Isn't it wonderful that I do the same? But the only difference between me and butterfly is that my attraction lands me in trouble. I stared into my reflection in the mirror, to others I look like a beautiful butterfly with my long straight brown hair cascading down to my hips, my leaf-like hazel green eyes, and my pink-dewy skin tone. I look colorful but my life is shadowed by darkness.

She kept silent for a couple of seconds before turning to him. "No" Anthony was stunned by her response. "What? W... Why?" "I've never been to a house so dull. The only colours I see is black and white. You don't even have anything that has color in your living room. You have the same paint colors for your exterior. Just black and white. All your cars are black, your walls are white. On the inside, your walls are white, and your furnitures are black. Your house has no life whatsoever in it. I've been to smaller house that have less eyesore paint colors. Your house looks like a psychiatric home - except, these colors would make the patients more deranged...", she kept on spilling without cont

Chapter 12 AVALINE I followed her gaze, curious to see it and my eyes widened when I came across it. It was truly a beautiful creature with wings that seemed to shine under the sunlight and it had all the color of the rainbow. It was unlike any butterfly I had ever seen that had one color. "It's beautiful," I breathed, also enchanted at the sight just as she was. But before I could stop her, Aida had run away from my side and was running after the butterfly, her small legs carrying her deeper into the forest, with no fear of what lies ahead.

His head slipped under my hand, pushing up into my palm in a sweeping motion that resembled petting, catching his flickering eyes on his way back up. My hand slid down his neck as he stood up, a few longer feathers on the top of his head that were a vibrant red colour popping out, standing straight up. He was shorter, smaller, than what I had pictured, but more magnificent and beautiful than I could have ever imagined. His Phoenix still stood as tall as the boys, his breast feathers an ombre orange colour that stretched onto his legs, only stopping before the long talons that were digging into the ground. I walked around the back of him and as I passed he flared out his wings, stretching far

A few actually did brush against my dress, leaving little spots of glowing pollen that faded after a few seconds. The butterfly garden was at the center of a circular clearing surrounded by tall hedges. And when we stepped through the opening, I gasped. There were hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Butterflies in colors I didn’t even have names for. Some were the normal colors—blue, yellow, orange—but others glowed silver, or shifted between colors as they flew, or left trails of sparkles behind them. “See?” Raven whispered, like talking too loud would scare them away. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

But there were still a lot more plants I couldn’t identify. I gasped, awestruck, gazing at the red butterfly. Its wings were as though made of thin slices of glowing red crystals with dark and gold patterns mixing gracefully with one another as it flapped its long-tailed wings. It was twice the size of a normal butterfly and a thousand times more beautiful and magical. The butterfly fluttered past the window glass. I waved at it excitedly, as though it would wave back at me. Unaware of how sheepishly I was smiling, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

All of the smells were incredible, like a perfume garden coming to life. Then there was a flash of blue! A butterfly landed on a purple flower, its color similar to that of the summer sky. It opened its wings, revealing a variety of colors, including dark purple, bright blue, and a hint of yellow. It resembled a genuine jewel, a tiny bit of magic!