Beast With Flowers Novels & Stories

On the far side of the road were fields of flowers, and he rolled the glasses down. "Why did you stop?" "Take some time to breathe. You need that more than trying to play detective right now." She gave a small smile, then turned outside. The morning breeze pushed through her hair, and she closed her eyes. Suddenly, flashes of the day before came back, the blood that had stained Andrew's shirt and fist, the boy's limp body, his swollen face. The way Andrew had turned monster from being the calmest person ever. She suddenly opened her eyes and turned around, tears filling them again. Without a word, she leaned into Zane, her hands wrapping around him, her head buried in his chest.

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

The hair at the back of my neck suddenly stood on end as I turned around. There was a beast staring straight at me, its eyes glowing in the dark. They looked at the flower in my hand. Then on me. "Oh shit!" I cursed under my breath. It was the guardian of the sacred flower. Before I could take another breath... The beast lunged at me.

“It’s fine. Just be careful next time, this is Xavier's floor and I hate for you to run into him” I nodded, even though my chest tightened painfully at the mention of Xavier. I had just run into him, right now I pray he doesn't come out at that instant. Now in Henry's room. He pulled out a black shopping bag. “This is for you,” he said, smiling proudly. “For the party tomorrow. You’re going to look incredible, Sare-bear.” I smiled despite the chaos in my head. “Thanks, Henry. Really.” We hugged — quick, warm, grounding.

"Let's go. Never seen that kind of performance before." … When I arrived at the center, I realized my life had been dull until this moment. The center, like its name suggested, was filled with all kinds of beastfolk. Adorable rabbits, seductive foxes, imposing wolf-dogs, outgoing and cheerful puppies, and more. This was heaven. The beastfolk were performing on the stage with all they had, showing off their charm as best as they could. The performer with the highest votes would be crowned Best Beastfolk Star, and they'd be awarded with a handsome amount of prize money.

Pink, who was harassing the beastmen on the ship after unintentionally sinking the first ship by summoning the flower tornado out of excitement, shook her head. “So anti-climatic.” She puffed. Watching her partner end everything quickly, gave a bitter taste in her mouth. The flowers already filled the entire ship. The sensitive beastmen had to cover their noses with haggard expressions and labored breaths. The flowers looked harmless, but the potent smell of the flowers gradually messed up their minds and gave them a massive headache. “Yes, this is what I expect it to be. Suffocating. Painful death. Hah~ I love it. Too damn much. Fu fu fu. Suffer, suffer. Especially when sensitive bastards l

Her voice brightened instantly, as though the last few minutes had never happened. She was pointing at the base of a massive dead tree nearby, where a single flower grew — pure silvery-white, its petals glowing faintly blue in the dim light. My blood went cold. Scattered around that flower, the ground was littered with bones. Not animal bones. Werewolf bones.This was a Blue Moon Beast's territory marker. A low, wordless growl rumbled in the back of my mind, faint and distant, a primal warning that sent a shiver down my spine.

Said a deep voice. Cory turned around to find Papa Bois approaching them slowly. She was behind Hayden on Blaython’s back. Titan stood nearby with Sprout on his shoulder. There were only five of them now. She got off the tiger’s back and walked up to Papa Bois. She removed the crumpled wilting flowers from her satchel. Her cheeks reddened as Papa Bois studied their mangled state. He took them from her and cast them on the ground. Cory stiffened, fearing he would disqualify her somehow but he waved his hand over the flowers and they promptly burst into sparkling spores that scattered for miles and miles. Cory gasped. “Night widows are lovely flowers, are they not,” said Papa Bois. “They will

I pressed a hand to my stomach, willing the sickness to subside, if only for a moment. The sight that unfolded before me was still as breathtaking as ever. Flowers in full bloom swayed gently in the breeze, their petals vibrant and alive. The gardener watering it with his ears covered with a headphone. Bees danced from one blossom to another, their wings buzzing with purpose. It was a scene of natural beauty, a respite from the chaos of the world.

“You guys probably didn’t notice that beasts are not just in the shape of animals but also the plants. I found one tree with slow movement. Ah, that one has no fighting ability. The other ones were just cute flower plants that like to hide and seek on the ground. And the last one was a gecko camouflaging itself to a bark. It was a coincidence to see them while you boys were fighting another beast before this one.” “What?!” The boys were so surprised that such beasts were around them all this time. But more amazed at her ability to detect those beasts while they didn’t realise it at all. “Miss, no, Big Sis! Did you see one more beast around?! We can finish the test with the last beast!”