Beast With Flowers Novels & Stories

There was a cold authority in the way he carried himself, so calm and self assured, as if he commanded the very air around him. “Mom?” I pressed, growing more anxious. My mother sighed again, her movements slow and heavy, as if speaking was a burden. “This is Graeme Buchanan,” she said softly. “Alpha of the Rosewood Pack, King of the Wolf Alliance.” The words didn’t make sense at first. “Werewolf?” I whispered, the pieces clicking into place. “Is that what attacked me?” My pulse raced as I tried to comprehend what she was saying. Mom shook her head, as if unable to bear confirming it out loud. The man— Graeme —stepped forward, his eyes locked on mine.

After all, who would expect that a beast would be this cunning? Before them, at least a few dozen meters away, was a beautiful plant that sprouted several colorful flowers. These flowers were like small suns, with each of them producing piercing rays of light that the creatures underneath the tree bathed in. Yes, there was more than one beast. There were 11 beasts to be exact. And none of them were what Mane or Lily expected to see.

My veins smelled of rain, worms, and soil. I am more Dead than Alive now and forevermore and foreverafter, and I always make sure not to let my wounds show on the practice fields. The sick sweet blood within my decrepit veins reeks of rotten roses, and I am a wicked creature through and through. She pressed against my thighs, her teeth a cutting ring on my neck. Her breath was tinder sparking in my ear, and she dragged abyssal claws across my waist. "I could break you with my bare hands," the Beast whispered, her pearly fangs bloodying my blonde hair. "But I will not, for you are my treasured rose, the foremost fruit of my gardens, my sweet Beauty."

And then, Nara bounced off with one hit. His body collided with a tree fell with a very sick body condition. He winced, trying to get up slowly. But unfortunately, when he was about to wake up, the creature had arrived right in front of Nara. And elsewhere, Ardina ran away from Nara and chased the monstrous Being. He kept running without knowing where his feet were running. Soon he stopped. This time he was surrounded by beautiful flowers that grew very large, ten times bigger than Ardina's height. "What place is this?" asked Ardina in her heart. She stood while twirling in her place. "And these? flowers--?" Ardina did not continue her speech. She realized what he saw were terrible flowers t

He was already taking a bath in his own sweat. "It needs one hour. I'm hoping that beast doesn't start moving anytime soon." Eliza took a look at the beast, which was about the size of a royal carriage, and each of its several limbs had a flower on the end, as well as multiple flower-like organs on its body that were emitting a green frightening mist. The pile of skeletons displayed on its body, intertwined by its vines, was the most startling aspect. "I can't believe we found a Corpse Flower. And in this state as well." Eliza winced as she examined her paralyzed left hand. She couldn't feel her left side anymore, and the curse would take an hour to break.

The aroma of fresh dirt and flowers is now a sickly sweet scent. It’s weird being in a place when you know the owner isn’t here. Not that Bess would mind or that she hasn’t let me come in after hours before, but something about this time is different. We aren’t just escaping the world outside, we’re digging deep into one. What need would Bess have for the Soul Plant? It’s not a regular flower that’s just in any given bouquet, as far as we know it’s only purpose is for spells and Bess didn’t run that kind of shop.

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.

Zachariah frowned. "Y-your names. They are old, too old. They aren't used nowadays." She said murmured. A Kings lips formed in a smile making her eyes wide open. Their smile is beautiful. Rose felt some tingly things in her stomach seeing them smile. "W-what are you both? I mean what supernatural species do you belong to?" Rose questioned them ignoring the tingling sensation in her Stomach. "Beast" They said together. Rose's eyes widen hearing it. They both are beast!

He seized his chance and walked over to her. With the demeanor of a gentleman, he introduced himself, “Hello, Xainte. I’m the young master of the Black Eagles. My family happens to have an ancient book that has records of Sacred Blossoms. If you’re interested, I can explain it to you in detail.” Xainte’s brows wrinkled in displeasure. Although she wanted to decline, she remained silent and simply looked at the man. Since Xainte did not reject him, the man explained excitedly, “Sacred Blossoms are very mythical flowers and have existed since the beginning of the universe.