Star Butterfly Novels & Stories

I realised I was holding my breath (not literally) until I got home. There’s something so odd about him. I threw my backpack into the couch and lied down, staring at the wall. The paper butterflies I have put up the wall have started to fade. … A long time ago. "The butterflies in your wall is so pretty", Arish said 'but why is there so many?” "Every time I want to die, I make a butterfly and put it up on the wall" I replied. "You are unbelievable, Lisa" he stopped and continued. "But why butterflies? They are so pretty and happy" he asked.

Lucas asked and he poked Evan’s chubby cheek, making him giggle. “Nothing, just a walk in the park, he was awake, so I took him along.” Austin replied, while removing his coat. “Lu!” Evan exclaimed in Lucas’s arms, as he slapped a maple leaf on his forehead, probably too excited to show him. “Oh, so you brought a gift for me.” The raven haired retrieved the beautifully shaded leaf, and his eyes widened to see how the leaf had all three colours, green, ochre and red in an extraordinary blend.

"That pink fog should be something like pollen?" The fairy butterfly, which was about the size of a palm and had a pair of wings in 16 different colors on, fluttered around and landed on Ding Hao's palm. Upon careful observation, he found that this fairy butterfly was four to five times larger than the other butterflies of the same species, and the number of colors on its wings was several dozen times that on the wings of the other butterflies. Ding Hao took a closer look and found that its body was not so horrifying as the caterpillar-like bodies of ordinary butterflies, but instead, it was even more adorable and cute. Its thumb-thick waist was covered with extremely soft fluff. It was soft

When she was younger, she frequently went on outings with her mother, during which time she got to witness a variety of stunning butterflies. She could still remember like it was yesterday how, whenever her mother sang with her clear voice, silver butterflies would appear out of nowhere. The sight of them always made Miren incredibly happy. These butterflies are called by Miren's mother's beautiful voice, and when the butterflies appear there will be a large swarm.

She was hiding herself from the flying dragonfly which then perched on the edge of the table near Jai’s position. “Oh. This is a very big dragonfly. What is—I mean, what’s her or his name?” Jai asked. “This is Sakura. She is a Cherry Blossom Dragonfly.” Tsubasa answered. “I don’t want to seem rude, but I’ve never seen a dragonfly as big as her. Is it a normal size, Tsubasa-san?” Jai asked as he observed Sakura, the raspberry colored dragonfly that’s almost as big as a two months old kitten.

" Thank you " Sathya thanked. But , refused to accept instead he caged her in between his arms . Feeling her shaking body between his strong arms ,she whined .But never, uttered anything . Instead,his breath with his strong and scary ocean blue eyes ,made her stay silent .It revealed his unknown Anger , " I don't want your thanks. But , I have a condition just follow it . " Sathya's eyes,queirked at his words . Now , what's the new Condition ???

His eyes, focused and sincere, carried no hint of flirtation, only a quiet, thoughtful intensity that made me follow his gaze. The butterflies were in various stages of life. Some were emerging from their cocoons, struggling to break free, while others had already spread their wings in vibrant colors. The introduction board on the side reads: When a butterfly emerges from its cocoon, it's also strengthening its wings to get ready for flight. As it breaks free, fluid from its body flows into its wings, helping them grow stronger.

Then, a click. The butterfly swarm thickens, their wings slicing the air like razor-edged paper. My eyes water, but I squint through the haze—there. Esteban’s belt buckle glints, its silver filigree unnaturally pristine amid the chaos. A tiny vent near the clasp leaks a faint, iridescent mist. Pheromones! Haitian market smugglers used similar cartridges to ward off patrol dogs. A shadow moves in the swarm. The butterflies part like a curtain.

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

Colorful night butterflies with iridescent blue wings fluttered lazily between the glowing lanterns. A few feet away from the noisy, laughing adults, little Estrella wandered off toward a quiet patch of lawn near an ancient stone fountain. She sat down directly on the cool grass, tucking her silver dress around her knees as she stared in absolute awe at the glowing fireflies drifting through the dark air. The tiny points of light reflected beautifully in her striking heterochromatic eyes, one icy blue, one deep forest green, making her look like an ethereal fairy princess nestled among the flowers. A shimmering blue butterfly landed gently on a nearby leaf, and Estrella gasped softly, her li