Red Butterfly Wings Novels & Stories

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.

The hem of the skirt is also trimmed dark black with lace or mesh making this spirit look like a dark beauty. Though her wings resembled more of a dragon’s than a butterfly, the inner part being dark pink, moving to purple than black outwards. The pattern that extended across it was gold but the veiny patterns deeper inside followed the color scheme of the overall wings. Her mask was of a similar sharp pointed design with perfect curves and gold patterns. Her eyes between the holes of her mask were dark with a hint of purple in them. On her wrists, she wore gold pattern ornaments that seemed almost dreamy on her night-colored skin.

Not since his wings started to grow out. They were almost fully grown and just as my father had predicted, his magnificent wings were black. What made them more mesmerizing was the hint of deep red right around the edges. Even though it was just a touch, the bold red which blended with the black made his wings look exquisite. They were almost as large as mine too. He was going to be a powerful hybrid. Just like his father. What is most certain is that Zephyr Arion was going to grow up to be a heart breaker too.

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

I said dropping a feather to glide downwards. A murmured growl acknowledged the hit, he apparently already knew. That growl gave me goose bumps. I watched in relief as he walked over by the door to grab the discarded pie bag and spilt coffee cup. Coffee had leaked out and made little tree root designs along the floor. I felt bad about that but he started it. Standing up he looked at me where I was perched. "Well, you are definitely not an Angel, not with those dirty wings, but, you're not simple, I'll give you that." The dig on my wings stung, they weren't the pretty ethereal white of an Angels but resembled melted cookies and cream ice cream.

The ground was covered in a soft carpet of moss, and there were mushrooms of every color and shape growing in clusters around the trees. As they continued on their journey, they came across a clearing where a crystal-clear stream flowed through the center. The water was so pure that you could see the pebbles on the bottom, and the fish that swam in it were brightly colored and seemed to glow in the sunlight. The forest was a place of wonder. It's a magical forest where a strange butterfly and dragonfly lived. The butterfly had wings that were a mix of purple and green, while the dragonfly had wings that were a mix of blue and yellow. They would fly off into different parts of the forest.