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.

As he lays there not moving I saw two of his muscular goons come quickly to his side. As one stands watch, the other shifts. Before me stands the most magnificent creature I have ever witnessed. As he unfurls his wings he stands more than seven feet tall. His wings are an electric blue that deepens to saphire as the color travels down his body. His scales are in shades of indigo and deep violet. He is breathtaking. The muscle bound creature picks up the fallen leader, lets out a terryifing screech, and takes to the skies. In an instant he is gone from sight.

Princess Nathania pointed to two butterflies with similar wing colors, flying around them. Prince Nathan looked at the butterflies that were flying, perching from flower to flower. She smiled gently, thinking about how the beautiful butterfly flew with such beautiful wings. "Thania wants to have wings like that butterfly, did Nathan want to have wings like that too?" asked the princess. "Nathan, don't want to have wings like butterflies!" "Why?" "The butterfly's wings are very fragile. It is very dangerous if exposed to strong winds, the butterfly can't fly high," "Why can't?"

“No, not the clouds. Over there, silly.” I turned my head to where she was pointing and I saw it. The biggest butterfly I’d ever seen in my life. Easily as big as my stomach, and it had the most beautiful wings I’d ever seen in my life. Intricate light blue and white patterns as it lifted off toward the sky. It sprinkled us with something. A sparkling dust of some sort. And as it floated toward the sky, covering us in this dust, I felt peace come over me. I felt Rae relax into me. I felt my lips loosening.

Seeing he was closing in, she straightened to give him clearance. He silently moved in line with her. His thin bat-like wings, trimmed in feathers along the bone were perfectly designed to be silent when he was coasting. She flapped next to him. Her quick beats were more akin to a hummingbird. She buzzed sideways and forward, then adjusted to stay next to him. The smile on her face lit the sky. So contrary to the dark shades of her guise. Her eyes were flashing brightly. Still uniquely blue instead of the usual blood red. She exuded joy as if her every breath were a taste of life.

A blanket of black and red wrapped the proud commandant of the Nether World’s imperial army of narakas and fallen angels like a scene straight out from gory books. The flutters of the small wings owned by thousands of butterflies drew everyone’s attention. The commandant, who did not pay attention to it at the beginning, started to swing his sword with the attempt to make the horde of butterflies fly away from him, sensing the danger looming along with the slaughter butterflies. “What are those?”

“Exactly. That’s what makes it fun. I don’t have to win... I just have to watch you lose.” Despair clawed at my chest. I glanced at Lucian, his face pale but resolute, and at Mr. Jones, who looked as if he might collapse beneath the weight of guilt. I felt trapped. Hopeless. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it... a single butterfly, its wings painted in the very colors of the Bloodshade’s blossom. Crimson. Silver. Violet. It drifted lazily, unhurried, toward the tree, as if to remind me that nature always has a rhythm, a way, a wisdom of its own.

Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background. As the butterfly rested on Aurora's finger, she could see that its wings were thin and almost translucent, allowing the sunlight to filter through and create a soft, warm glow around the insect. The butterfly's body was small and slender, with black antenna protruding from its head, twitching slightly as it sensed its surroundings. The butterfly's wings were slightly tattered, suggesting that it had lived a full life and had flown great distances to reach her. Despite this, the butterfly looked healthy and content, its wings beating gently as it adjusted its pos

They moved skillfully, and quickly, opting to fight opponents that had still been in human form. Ambrosia fought just the same but had Tiana and Zephyr as back up. This allowed her to fight wolves as well. Zephyr's white wings were beautiful and almost blinding. I wished I could have had more time to take in their enthralling, majestic beauty. One look at them had you in a daze. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from them to look at Tiana's wings. It resembled a butterfly's with multicolors, the most prominent being bronze and gold.

The butterfly landed briefly on a broad leaf, wings opening and closing like breath. “Whoa,” he whispered. “Did you see that?” Bobby crouched beside him, careful not to crowd. “That’s a blue morpho,” she said. “They look bright like that when they fly, but when they close their wings, they disappear.” Christopher frowned. “Disappear?” She nodded. “The outside is blue. The inside is brown, like bark. It’s how they survive.” The butterfly lifted again, the blue momentary and electric, then vanished into shadow.