Red Butterfly Wings Novels & Stories

Eros said to me through the mind link. “Ok.” I said back and opened my mind. The Red was starting to grow and move across Dimitri’s shoulders. It crept up his neck, down his arms, and over his stomach. Each time he took a breathe in it would turn lighter and stop, when he exhaled it would turn all shades of red and grow more. When it finally covered his entire body, he lifted up off the ground. While he was hovering he suddenly took his shirt off and pulled his shoulders forward like he was stretching his back. He let out a loud groan and his arms flung straight out to the sides and with them came his wings. They were huge like Emerial’s, a translucent red, very much like Petras wings. That

I have never seen such beautiful wings in my entire life. His crimson-red wings are described as metallic with each feather sharp like a precision blade. Each feather/blade has the top part crimson with the hairs or fibres sticking out of the sides, while the end of the blade itself is black. I really envy him. Why does he have to have such beautiful wings? Why is mine not like his? I cried in my mind and again looked up at him. He was waiting for me to go up. So I spread my wings too and flew up to complete the rest of the fight.

“It broke through a whole realm... just like that?” “Look, it's not even done evolving!” Everyone turned to notice the bright, crimson light that was boring out of Roy's glabella. It slowly painted itself to the back of its head, then slowly down its tail. It was just a magnificent sight. Anywhere the light passed would be strengthened more than the rest of its body. Small pyramid structures appeared on the surface of the crimson colour on Roy's back. They were obviously its spines surfacing for the first time. The veins on Roy's wings became much more visible, and its aura had strengthened. Even its strength had doubled.

With every flap of its wings, a sweet aroma as well as tiny green flower petals fell off its wings. There were six smaller similar looking butterflies flying around the massive one. These were around 50 meters tall, all of different colors, white, red, pink, green, black and light blue. Milton stood to his feet and observed the butterflies with interest, he realised that all six of these, all of different affinities.

It took a moment for the sun to shine through the canopy of butterflies, casting a kaleidoscope of dazzling colors into the air. The delicate creatures fluttered their wings in unison, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and movement. Each wing was adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues. As they took flight, the colors mixed and merged, creating a beautiful symphony for the eyes to behold. It was like witnessing a burst of confetti, but more magical. Darren’s hand put pressure on my waist as he led me forward. With each step, hundreds of butterflies erupted and took to the skies. The ground was covered in colorful flowers that had a sweet scent. It must have been a super attracta

He says it's girlish— thus not a good nickname for a hot Frenchman like him. "You know you can't call me that, Aurora." He stood beside me as I resumed jumping in order to catch that little dragon with transparent wings. Not a dozen or two, they were in hundreds. Thousands… maybe. With eyes colourful as a prism, glowed whenever a dragonfly stopped across my face as if to analyze me before it soared higher, out of my reach. Their thinner body seemed like a black needle attached to a dancing prism shaped as a circle whereas their transparent symmetrical wings looked like the outer surface of the glass of a transparent window during rain due to the intricate distribution of black thinnest veins

(Black butterflies. They weren't beautiful, not like the azules and amarillas that fluttered around Dragon when he was a child—innocent specks of color in his small world. These were dark and menacing. Their wings like shards of obsidian, sharp and glinting. They poured from the crumbling walls, an endless stream of blackness against the decaying adobe. Wings armored like beetle chitin, glinting with miniature skulls etched into the blackness. No—not just skulls. Faces. His face.

Ilyana timidly touched the brunette's palms, and he, deftly picking her up, led her along. Once outside, William stopped. Black wings opened with a quiet rustle. The young man threw back his head and spread his arms to the sides. He made a powerful flap of his wings. A gust of wind blew through Ilyana's hair and clothes. A jerk - and the young man easily took off from the ground, soaring into the dark sky strewn with stars. His wings shone, shimmering in all shades of blue and purple.

I quickly heard his mocking chuckle, as well as the deafening clang of his clock. I didn't know what else to do, so I pushed myself to close my eyes again and attempt to feel him, but the sound of the clock was insane. I immediately violently opened my eyes since my lips were trembling. Entrante! I'm terrified! I was going to stand up, when I looked down at my hand and noticed that something had landed on it. I saw a blue butterfly with a golden body right away. It has red dispersed stripes on its blue wing. I attempted to scare it away, but it simply returned to my hand that I used to wipe my blood. I immediately grinned because of my realization. The butterfly follows and lands wherever I

repeated the woman, smiling softly. Draco's reflection on the lake's surface revealed dragon wings with a slight red tinge on their dark black wings. Small spots of silver, green, white color appeared a little part of the surface of the wings. “What is this? Why do my wings have colored spots?" Draco asked in surprise. "The color of your wings will look more beautiful when your strength is fully awakened," said Mannendake, the bamboo youkai, grinning as he swirled the flute on his fingers.