Arcane Flowers Novels & Stories

There were even tiny flowers that glowed in the dark, their soft light illuminating the garden like tiny stars. As they reached the center of the garden, they came across a patch of flowers that looked like they were made of glass. These were the crystal flowers, a rare sight even in this magical garden. Their delicate petals sparkled in the sun and shone like diamonds. Nearby, there were strange, carnivorous plants with gaping maws that snapped shut at the slightest touch.

Akira asked with her hands on her waist. “Give or take six thousand years, but hear me out,those tomatoes were everything to me, but enough of that, Fae's Tear is a rare, crystalline flower that grows in hidden glades, said to contain the tears of the fae. Its essence could be used to heal the emotional wounds caused by the love potion.” “Where is this glade You speak off? How would we get there and if we do, are we going to get there in time?” Orion did not answer, he just walked out the library silently and came back after a few minutes with a flower vase. Ken that Akira happened to recognize.

The guard hesitated, before continuing, "You're the only one who hasn't done testing…" Louis blinked, hearing this, before he burst into laughter. "There's no need for that! The twins who died definitely weren't mine! "Don't worry, that body was probably a Rogue that got on the bad side of the Brown Wolf Pack, then. Rena's at home, see?" Louis patted Adrian's shoulder, made the final step towards our house… And pushed the door open. An overwhelming stench of blood came rushing out, filling the air. Sprays of crimson stained the walls, and chaotic claw marks littered the floor.

"They look completely dead." "Oh, they aren't dead. They're just incredibly selective," Maeve whispered, her voice dropping to a strange, intense tone. "You see, these aren't regular flowers. They only open up under the direct presence of the ancient, royal Lycan blood lines. The pure blood.“ "Well, Cassian must come down here a lot then," I said, letting my fingertips gently brush against the edge of the closed purple petal. The exact second my skin made contact with the flower, a sudden, blinding flash of silver light erupted from the center of the orchid.

The Luna was telling Raven about the herbs in the garden, “Right now it’s mating season so we have grown and harvested a lot of Motherwart. Agaricus for calming the beast. Nightshade grows here. Old crane grass here…” Bloodchild signaled to the general to go. He took out one of the vials and handed it to Anika. She took it and nodded. Setting her sights on Raven she launched forward and leapt through the air crashing the potion on top of her head. “Sleep hybrid. We don’t want you here.”

I was angry at everything. We walked for what felt like hours. The forest grew darker, the whispers louder, and the air so thick it hurt to breathe. I could feel the power inside me stirring, responding to the wrongness of this place. "There," Kieran said suddenly, pointing ahead. "Moonshade flowers." I looked where he was pointing and saw them. Beautiful silver flowers growing in a small clearing, their petals glowing with an otherworldly light. They were the only pure, clean thing in this entire corrupted forest.

She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Five of them now. Each bloom a different color. Crimson. Violet. Cerulean. Pale gold. Ink black. All curling from different books, petals growing like they’d always belonged there. Sea Glass Psalms. The Edge of Dusk. Forgotten Bodies. Every book Aria had buried a piece of herself in — every one of them blooming with impossible color. A spectrum of memories. Of lovers.

He ran his fingers over the petals, lifting one stem, comparing it to another, before finally settling on a deep red rose mixed with eucalyptus. I gaped at him. “You’re making it look like you actually know the different flower varieties.” Alaric shrugged. “I know plenty of things, Freya.” His tone made my spine stiffen. Because I knew he wasn’t just talking about flowers. *** I should have been able to enjoy this workshop in peace. But of course, that didn’t happen. A group of young women had started circling Alaric like lionesses stalking their prey. They were smiling too wide. Laughing too much. Pretending not to know which flowers to pick, leaning closer than necessary.

The latter responded to her smile with a wider ones, “It’s quite simpler than it looked. You only need to pour water late at night. It doesn’t need to be a lot. Contrary to other flowers, these carnage only need flower that is poured when the sky is dark.” “I see,” hummed Rose looking at the flower. Noticing the flower pot, she stared at the carving around it. The ceramic pot stood out more to Rose as though the main sight was not the gentle carnage flower but the pot. “They are a very strong flower, I am certain you can take care of it,” Iris whispered, smiling as she stared down at the white flowers darkly. Meanwhile inside the mansion, Dominic was shown by his grandparents the portrait of

No, it was like a galaxy. “Clandes?” Amnisty said in disbelief. She squatted and picked the things of the girl. The last thing she picked was a flower, a pink peony. The flower was still fresh. “Seacrestian are powerful, huh? They were able to immediately. I can’t even trace any footsteps.” she said while observing the flower. Amnisty smirked. Geez, you never failed in making me amazing, Clandes. ** Amnisty was staring blankly at the box she hides from Peony. The box contained the materials of Peony when she was in Seacrest. Amnisty didn’t mention any of it to Peony.