Azure Flower Novels & Stories

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

"Do you know its name?" Avery asked as they started planting the flowers together. Crystal shook her head as if she didn't know. "It's freesias, and it's my favorite flower. Even though it was never my favorite until... until Ramos risked his life to get this flower for me from a narrow cliff." Avery said with love-filled eyes but her words froze Crystal in surprise.

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.

Or just native to the Lycan realm? I decided not to dwell on that for long, instead, I took a few steps forward and crouched beside a cluster of pale-blue blossoms that glimmered faintly. “Okay, Pearl,” I said, touching one gently. “This one is called Moonlace Hydrangea.” Pearl leaned closer, eyes wide. “It’s shiny.”

And now, because of the dangerous, thrilling new variable your aunt Sarah just added to the mix. We pulled into the grocery lot. “I’ll just be a sec,” I told him. I headed not for the dairy aisle, but for the sad little florist cooler by the entrance. I stood there, looking at the overpriced, slightly wilted bouquets under the fluorescent lights. Roses were too obvious, too much like a declaration. I needed something softer. Real. I grabbed a bunch of white hydrangeas and pale pink peonies. They looked like June. Elegant, but with a kind of lush, full vulnerability.

“I was hoping to see your tulips today. I’ve been reading about them recently, and I thought I might get your thoughts on them.” Sophia’s heart fluttered at the sight of her, always feeling at ease around Helena. She set the bouquet aside, her focus shifting to Helena as she leaned in to hear her talk. "Tulips are such a beautiful flower," she began, guiding Helena to the section where the most vivid tulips stood. "They represent a variety of meanings, depending on their color. Red tulips signify love, while purple ones are for royalty and admiration. The yellow ones symbolize happiness and cheer."

Everything was getting so confusing that Afgan brought his nose up to touch the bed that Adelia was making. Afgan took a deep breath. “What is this smell?” asked Afgan while linking his eyebrows with a look of astonishment. Adelia smiled and replied, “It's called Adelia's flower scent. Have you ever seen an Adelia flower?” Afgan shook his head innocently, and sat down on the soft bed that Adelia had arranged. “The petals are small and often yellow in color. The fragrance is fresh, well ... like this.” Afgan silently added to Adelia's sentence, “Fragrant, like you.”

I said, setting the flowers down gently. "Wow, how about these anthuriums? They symbolize hospitality and happiness, and with their bold red or deep green hues, they make a masculine and stylish choice. I'm sure Alpha Luis will love them," the young lady said. "Mmm." I scowled a little, and my wolf, Molly, gestured toward the next flowers. "These are beautiful, Mia. Men appreciate flowers that exude strength, sophistication, and elegance." "Mm." I smiled and gestured to the next ones. "Let me have those. What's the name?"

All I could see was Princess Aurora pawing at him, leaning in for a kiss… Noah came to a sudden stop as we approached a bunch of ocean-blue, white-tipped flowers. Bending over, he pulled out one of these long flowers by the root and presented it to me ceremoniously. “Sky lupine,” he said, “incredibly beautiful but toxic if ingested. Handle with care.” He winked as he handed the plant to me.

It was kind of pretty. “Hm.” I took the flower back and held it up so that the light shined through the petals. From here, I could see the little veins running along the inside of the petals, the way that it wasn’t just yellow; it was white, and pale pink, and sky blue all at once. It was… beautiful. I felt a slight blush creep into my cheeks as I realized that Elsie was right; but still, I wasn’t so sure about daffodils for my wedding bouquet. After all—