The Butterfly Novels & Stories

It is exceedingly rare, and my uncle has only ever found two in all of his adventuring. I open the next box, and it holds three jars of rare butterfly breed called Menelaus blue morpho and one dragonfly. The most vibrant blue wings I have even seen on butterflies. Most people do not know this, but butterfly wings are transparent, and their colour comes from tiny scales that reflect light. My uncle is always on the lookout for butterflies for me. I have a collection of them in the garden; they have always been attracted to my plants. They help the plants and trees, plus they are so beautiful to see flying around.

Chloe announced to her assembled classmates, "we are going to learn about the life cycle of the painted lady butterfly. Anya, please distribute the coloring sheets." Anya handed out the pages with the efficiency of a seasoned assistant. "I colored mine already. I used purple." "Butterflies aren't purple," one of the boys protested. "Some butterflies are purple," Chloe said firmly. "The purple emperor butterfly is native to Europe and parts of Asia. It's very rare." "How do you know that?" "I read books. You should try it sometime."

How is something so small so perfect? I carefully place my finger in front of it, gently nudging it, trying to coax it onto my finger. My smile turns as wide as Winter’s as the butterfly takes a tentative step onto my finger. It pulls back for a moment, as though it’s testing this new, unfamiliar territory. Then it’s on my hand, crawling slowly over my skin, each delicate step feeling like the flutter of eyelashes. I bring my hand up to inspect it. It really is a miracle. The more it crawls, the more it tickles. Must be why eyelashes on your skin are called butterfly kisses. They really feel like the flutter of butterfly wings and their tiny little feet.

“It’s so beautiful!” And it is. Of course it is. The butterfly is the largest and rarest of the blue English butterflies. Little, blue-eyed Violet reminds me of one – so beautiful in her fragility. So graceful and delicate. Such a rare delight. I tell her so, and her smile melts my heart. “That’s really nice.” “And really true, sweetheart.”

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.

The large colorful butterfly violently flapped its wings in the face of those toxins. The toxins unleashed by Fiona turned back on them, resulting in horrified screams.

“Follow the butterfly!” Flying Rooster immediately got into the car and brought his subordinates to follow the butterfly. It was really a beautiful butterfly. Its wings were colorful. It flapped its wings, and they shone brightly after refracting the sunlight in the early morning. That was the symbol of life and the birth of a beautiful life. Fly away, butterfly! Flying Rooster drove behind the butterfly. In the beginning, it was along an asphalt road. Then, he drove along a small path. After that, the butterfly flew along the paddy fields, river, and bushes, which

If you take a glance at the piece of artwork hanging in front of me now, you might be thinking that it was just another piece of a plain and dull butterfly by the look of it but if you look closely- it was crafted very beautifully. The butterfly symbols of life, endurance, change, and hope. In many cultures, people associate butterflies with souls- how beautiful. The man beside me lifted his eyebrows as he sees my reaction and I shyly look at him back and forth and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. "I know you will love it," he said, now hands folded as he stood silently observing the piece with me and I grin at the remark. My eyes catch the name written be

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?”