Asphodel Flowers Novels & Stories

“Of course not, my lady. The master will not take in unwilling guests. That is his rule in business and in love.” She did not answer. In her mind, she is still angry at him. “For the master, daffodils equate to your ladyship. It is your symbol. It is also the symbol of your fated meeting. The lord took great efforts, asked Ascalaphus and other lampads to take special care of these flowers so they could bloom and await your return. He believes growing daffodils could secure your return.” “Are we really talking about Hades the straight-faced, no nonsense guy? You are making stuff up, Charon.”

Not far from the edge of the town, was the hill of Anthasia, the sacred hill that house the sacred floral pool that only blooms on the summer's solstice. “Father! Mother! Look! Its the sacred lilies! The lilies have bloomed!” the little lass, no more than twelve years old, who has been atop of that hill just now, cried upon seeing the blooming flowers in the meadow, clearly in awe to see much of the sacred flowers littering the area. The girl was donned in a pastel colored free flowing dress, crowned with shoulder length raven locks, almond shaped eyes with the color of like the molten gold, and sun kissed skin, the young princess was indeed a sight to behold. An exotic flair in the midst of

It was all unbelievable but somehow I should have known. I should have known that Xenia’s floral scent was none other than the scent of the Smeraldo flower. -------------- ------------- ------------ -Aysha

She questioned as she knew something was odd. “Those are flowers called Azzekeith. A witch’s favorite flower. It’s known to be one of the flower you’d found if you ever have the chance to go to Heaven,” he started his explanation. “Demons loves what they couldn’t have. Those flowers are one of it. But don’t mistaken it as something pretty. It’s a quick poison to kill.” “Then that child is in danger!” Belle gasped, quickly turning back wanting to stop the child from touching the flower for any longer but Leon had stopped her. “Why?” She whispered.

Instead, he seemed to be watching the forest with an unusual stillness, as though listening for something that did not belong to the present moment. When she sat beside him, he did not look surprised. “You found her name,” he said quietly. Aisha did not deny it. “Yes,” she replied. Arman nodded once, as though that confirmation was enough. “She used to bring marigolds,” he said after a moment. Aisha felt a subtle shift in her attention. “Marigolds?” He nodded again. “She said they helped people remember warmth. She would place them near the window so the light would touch them first.”

She marveled at the velvety petals of a deep purple orchid, and Asher explained that such flowers were not only beautiful but often held medicinal properties. Asher himself was in his element in this lush wilderness. His steps were sure, and he occasionally stopped to examine strange markings on tree trunks or identify the calls of distant birds. His connection to nature was evident, and Elira found herself admiring not just his knowledge but the way he seemed to belong in this untamed realm.

"Summon Elder Pei and Beta Prime Marcus to the Royal Study immediately!" *** The Phantom Nightshade bloomed only once every five years. Its petals were a deep, bruising purple that emitted a strange, intoxicating fragrance. Under the moonlight, the flower seemed to refract light like shattered stars—breathtakingly beautiful, yet fatal. It was known as the Flower of Death. If a wolf ingested even a speck, their insides would liquefy within moments. Its cultivation was notoriously difficult, requiring a specific balance of soil and shade. Many high-born she-wolves in the Royal Capital had attempted to grow it for its beauty, but only one had succeeded: Beta Prime Marcus’s daughter, Cassandra.

According to G****e, the Myosotis flower, also called the scorpion grass is most known as the Forget-me-not flower. The flower is small and blue, simple but pretty and delicate as if one touch was enough to kill it. Ryder could understand why Midnight liked this flower. The problem was the fact that Midnight described this small and delicate flower as doleful. Was it because of its name? The more Ryder thought about it, the more the furrow between her eyebrows deepened, the frown on her lips looked as if it would never leave.

i said while pointing at a beautiful white flower. "This is orchid as you already know and it's scientific name is Orchidaceae" i said with a small smile on my face. "This is lilac whose scientific name is Syringa" "You know so much about plants" he said. "I actually love them. Ashton said that i got this hobby from my mom. She also loved flower and...." i couldn't complete my sentence since my mind was filled with old memories. The memories that hunt me every night. "It's ok you don't have to talk about it " he said and rubbed my shoulder in comforting manner. I took a deep breath and nodded my head in yes.

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.