Asphodel Flowers Novels & Stories

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

Bella breathed slightly, she hoped she did not sound suspicious. "Yes there are alot of flowers. Roses, hibiscus, Aster, Azalea, Black-Eyed Susan, Buttercup, California Poppy, Chrysanthemum, Crocus, Daffodil and lots more." Queen Selene said, concentrating on her knitting. "Wow that is a lot of flowers." Bella breathed out, staring at the vampire queen who winked down at her in a playful manner. "I studied botany so am a botanist, that is why I have a vast knowledge when it comes to flowers and plants."

"If you have something to say, Lord Zebedee, just say it." "Yes, yes, of course. The doctor... the doctor discovered traces of Asparagna in your father's blood, my king." What.The.Fuck? My eyes widened immediately. I grasped the phone harder to prevent it from slipping through my fingers. Asparagna was a lemon green mythical flower believed to hold the powers of the wolf bane, powerful enough to kill the strongest of wolves if being consumed. Why would my father consume such a thing on his own accord?! Except...except he didn't.

I was in my room, she wasn’t there, but Abbadon was right, the daffodil had blossomed, he shone as bright as those Uncle Asmodeus had given me. He was a beautiful narcissus. Narcissus. Narcissus was about selfishness. He was my selfishness, the selfishness of wanting Asra with me, with Dad. "I think... I’ll plant more daffodils" I muttered as my finger touched the beautiful petal. "What is it?" Abbadon looked at me with confusion. Smile. "It’s beautiful," I said by getting up from bed and putting my feet on the floor. "Yes" she whispered as if afraid of the flower to be frightened "it’s really beautiful, young master."

It was a beautiful sight to behold, one I couldn't help but grin at. "This is beautiful," I admitted softly, looking around at all the numerous tiny flowers glowing all around us. "It is," came Alpha Evan's even softer reply and I looked at him, only to find him already looking at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, squirming a little under his intense gaze. "What are all these flowers? I've never seen flowers that could glow like that." "They're called nocte caeruleo. Literally translating to blue night. These are a special type of flowers that glow bright blue when they bloom at the stroke of midnight every fourteen years before they go back to sleeping," Alpha Evan explained, finally looking at

That flower's core was yellow, as if it had a small, lonely sun in so much darkness. "Helleborus." Tinea said as she picked up one of the cakes with the flower on top. "One of the winter-resistant flowers, it is said that it was created because Mother Moon refused to see the precious flowers die after autumn. The Shooting Stars say that winter was born because of this mourning of the Goddess." With a fork the woman cut the cake in half, a filling so black as the flower dripped down the plate. "Many call it the 'flower that refuses to die,' but as much as its legend is beautiful, this flower is related to moments of inevitable sadness and loss, a painful memory that hurts the soul."

There was no grass, and only bitter winds blew. The only visible things were the flowers growing on both sides of the road, appearing extremely beautiful and lush. Those were red spider lilies, also known as lycoris radiata, or the corpse flower. It was said the flowers bloom for a thousand years and withered for another thousand years, so the flowers and leaves never meet. Love transcended karma, and destiny dictated life and death. It was said to be the flower of the underworld, growing by the banks of the river of oblivion. It was beautiful, ominously so.

"The flowers. They are doing something to me." I looked at Elias. His face was pale, but his eyes were bright. Too bright. "Elias," I said. "What is happening?" He laughed. It was a strange sound, almost giddy. "I think... I think we walked into a trap. But not a deadly one." He inhaled deeply, and his expression shifted. "These flowers. They release a pheromone. An aphrodisiac. Designed to make anyone who walks through them..." His voice trailed off. He looked at me. Then at Aldric. Then at Seraphiel in my arms.

Vespera stepped onto the aisle runner. The air smelled of heaven. Fifty thousand white orchids lined the walls, but the aisle itself was strewn with white rose petals. Cyprian had remembered. “Orchids are for the show,” he had said. “Roses are for you.” Vespera gripped her bouquet of white peonies. Her hands were trembling, but not from fear. She looked down the long aisle. At the end, standing beneath an arch of interwoven crystal and blooms, was Cyprian.

Lira's POV I looked at him, waiting for him to speak again, but he stayed quiet. “You said you came here for a cure for spinal injuries?” he asked, tilting his head. “What truth were you talking about?” I asked. “You are avoiding my question.” I watched as his body slowly went stiff again, just like it was before I touched him. “I only have a few seconds,” he said. “There are flowers that grow at the edge of a lake in the northern part of the Ashen lands. They are red. Find them and take them.”