Battlefield Bloom Novels & Stories

Sandeep Malhotra, and started, “I object to it sir... I don’t think it is a good idea. Lessening the no. of free treatments and the beds in general ward is not at all good. They come to us for treatment and that’s what our job is. It’s totally- “Rudra interrupted me and said, “but the loss is surely not going to lead us anywhere. We need to recover the losses and then the budget is to maintained. This is going to be a great loss to our business- “ Now, that was an end line to me. Surely, he can’t think of people’s life as business. And that’s what I did. I interrupted him and the one thing he hates to core is someone cutting him off while he talks. He only can withstand his mom, sister and g

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

Kaynon muttered as Ciaran lifted a vital off a shelf. "Well they won't be needing it anymore now will they. I think we may be able to use this to our advantage in the future though." Ciaran said, holding out what he had picked up, 'cherry bomb' with a caption, 'quickly eliminate your foes in a fiery blaze'. "Maybe. We could set up some traps around the perimeter after the females get here with a few of these. We're sure to hear the blast from any one of these." Kaynon said looking back up at the wall as Ciaran replaced the vial of red liquid.

“Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.” It was the one Eros had brought in before he was informed of… My rage cleared long enough to answer, “My brother. He was bringing it to her.” The man bent his head, sniffing the flower before shaking his head. I lost my patience there and then. “What is a moonveil blossom and what does it have to do with anything?!” Looking away from the flower, he gave me his attention. “Whatever you think is the reality, isn’t the truth. Your brother lies to you.”

Ethan said. She looked between us. "The plan for zone three," she said, pulling her growth chart from somewhere I hadn't seen her carry it, "is bulbs, things that go in now and come up in autumn. Ms. Park found a list." "Of course she did," I said. "Shade tolerant," Lily said. "Because of the apple tree." "Smart," Ethan said. "It was Ms. Park's word," Lily said. "But yes." Ethan put the middle three waffles on the table, they were good. Right temperature, right colour, the particular result of forty-five minutes of early morning recalibration. I ate mine, he watched me.

“Back in the Olympic days? Or WWE?” “No,” Minnie said, keeping her tone neutral. “But I saw the coverage. You were… everywhere.” “I was,” he said, not bragging—just stating a fact. “Feels like a lifetime ago.” “And now you’re building firewalls and global security solutions.” He laughed. “Yeah. Not quite as flashy, but still a fight.” She nodded. “You pivoted well.” He tilted his head slightly. “You know a lot about me.” “You’re kind of hard to avoid. Press loves a redemption arc.”

Something's coming. She hit send. Put the phone down. Looked up. The mirror crack had grown. A web now. Spreading outward like ice. Her reflection blinked again — delayed. This time, Aria didn't blink at all. The flowers shifted gently, as if reacting to the thought she hadn't spoken. The air felt electric. Alive. Not fear. Not quite. Anticipation. The whisper came again. This time, it was clear. One word. Right into her bones. "Bloom."

DANE'S POV The battlefield had become a living nightmare. Smoke coiled like serpents into the sky, carrying with it the metallic stench of blood, the scent of singed flesh, and the sweat of warriors locked in desperate combat. Wolves leaped over fallen bodies, teeth bared, claws tearing, their howls merging with the war cries of men into a single, deafening roar. The ground itself seemed to tremble beneath the weight of the armies, scarred and churned into mud by countless footfalls, hooves, and the pounding of claws.

One man dropped and another went down after Sergio’s return fire snapped through the hallway like thunder. Sergio looked back at her dubiously. "How come you are so comfortable with a gun and shooting people?" he asked her. Rosy shook her head uncertainly. "I don't understand it myself. My body is just responding to a command on its own." she replied and Sergio smirked. "Surely now you believe the De Luca's blood runs through your view now." "Doesn't prove anything." she muttered focusing on gaze on the men exchanging gunfire. Blood pooled across polished floors. Priceless artworks were torn to shreds. Smoke drifted toward the high ceilings like a prayer gone unanswered.