Asphodel Flowers Novels & Stories

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

I study her face for a moment before reaching for the parcel beside me. The paper wrapping crinkles softly beneath my fingers as I begin opening it carefully. Aspyn leans slightly closer, anticipation practically shining in her eyes. When the wrapping finally parts fully, I lift the flower from within. It is smaller than most ordinary blossoms, almost delicate in appearance. Dark crimson petals curl inward around a black center dusted faintly with silver pollen. Beautiful. Deadly. Aspyn stares openly at it. “That?” she asks quietly. I smile faintly.

Breathing out as the scent of tulips wafted into my nostrils, I glanced around for the first time. The area was filled with tall mountains and hills. I could barely see anything except for the flowers that surrounded me. There was a variety of them, and only a few I could recognise, like the asphodel, which comprised eighty per cent of the field, tulips and red roses. The rest were unfamiliar to me. The field was dark, illuminated by fireflies; I couldn't tell where they came from but was glad they were here. Despite the fireflies lighting it, it was as if several depressing souls were gathered around, waiting to be freed; however, it was the end for them.

Asa didn't run much, taking breaks to stare at the butterflies before chasing after it again. Ren ran after him, screaming to follow him as Elias ran after both of them why I laid out the snacks, allowing the warmth of the sun to bath my skin a little in hopes of a little tan. I was naturally pale and I got a little jealous of people who could tan because I couldn't tan easily. I was still staring at the beautiful clear sky, memories of Jon and my happiest days flashing before my eyes when I felt a soft pull on my sleeve. Asa stood with a tiny flowerpot in his hand that had a baby white hydrangea. I collected it with a smile realizing Asa knew what each flowers meant.

“Oh, you're are only familiar with the red ones. Well, all I can say about the white rose is, it's beautiful, extremely rare, and expensive. One of a kind, if I may say. There are only few florists who can confidently tell you they have a white rose in their garden. I was only lucky to get them when a supplier called me and told me he was willing to sell at an outrageously high price and also the white rose signifies chastity, beauty, royalty, and purity. In the ancient times, royalties give it to women they intend to court or have picked some form marital interest in, especially when she's a virgin.“ “Thank you for your time.” They said as they exited the place.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth parting in surprise. “She gave me a jade bracelet,” I whispered. “But what does that have to do with anything?” “That particular plant has a reaction when it comes in contact with Jade.” Miranda replied, her voice clipped. I blinked, “Wait… What kind of reaction?” “It oxidizes.” She explained, “But only under specific conditions. The asphodel variant you found, assuming that’s what it is, has a chemical compound that breaks down when stored near trace elements of jade. It doesn’t happen immediately, but once it does, it releases a byproduct which is usually a noxious gas or odor. In enclosed spaces, it can cause disorientation, nausea and in rare cases,

"If I sit inside that room and do nothing, all I can hear is stone cracking." The flowers in the royal garden were unlike anything that grew in the mud of Ashvale. Their stems were thick and black like charcoal, and their broad petals glowed with a faint, burning orange light. They did not need cold rain to survive; they fed on the natural volcanic heat rising through the cracks in the mountain floor.

Seeing Ash helplessness to allow himself, Alex couldn't help holding out one hand to hold the opponent, his little finger hooked lightly, indicating that he would take it when he saw it, and took out the left hand that had been hidden from behind. "Let's go on a date today baby." The sunshine at ten o'clock in the morning of spring was just right, and a bunch of bouquets appeared in front of Ash. It is not a gorgeous everlasting rose, nor is it a romantic rose with strong affection. What catches Ash eyes is the light and bright green, surrounded by blooming sunflowers. Others will definitely ask if the lover sends flowers, why not send roses, but sunflowers and green carnations. But Ash knew

They went to the central pavilion which is the biggest one of the six, and even though it is already evening, there are still flowers that bloom specifically at this time of the day, and most of them are flowers with affinity to the moon. Their color ranges from silver, white and blue and seeing the sea of them while lounging in the chairs of the pavilion feels so magical that Asha could only look on with an enchanted look on her face. Samel smiled deeply that his eyes turned crescent due to the look on his mate’s face. He thought to himself that Asha might not know that her face is even more enchanting than all of the flowers in this land. If he voiced out his thoughts, Asha might flush lik