Black Orchid Comic Novels & Stories

He wore the tattered remains of a lab coat with the Ouroboros logo. And growing out of his open chest cavity, nestled between his exposed ribs, was the flower. The Ghost Orchid. It was breathtaking. Pure white petals that seemed to be made of light. It pulsed with a soft, calming energy that made Jack’s cursed arm go quiet. "Welcome," The Gardener said. His voice was dry, sounding like rustling paper. He didn't move his mouth. The vines around his throat vibrated to create the sound. "We are here for the Orchid," Hyena stepped forward, his greed overcoming his caution. "Hand it over, old man."

That wasn’t really her problem though, hailey thought as she dug into the . ************ Following the people he was after hadn’t really been an issue for Dmitri. His sense of perception had always been keen and sharp. It was even more so since his transmogrification and it became more heightened. He could make out the tyre tracks where they had stopped possibly for a refuel. He could pick out the scent of that little Brookes girl. He was simply special. That made him quite invaluable to his employer. He was only contracted for important jobs and what could be more important than this one. The Blood Orchid itself. It was the power by which the Leviathans had been made. It was a powerful weap

Liz ran into my room as I crashed on the floorboards, clutching my hand and hearing Liz's voice getting farther before it went black. Part two Adrianne's POV I didn't tell mum that I was scared and very sad. She seemed to have a lot on her mind. When I was done with my homework, I felt that familiar pain in my head as I grabbed my sketch book and started seeing snatches of things. My hand moved in sync with the pencil and when I was done, I saw a house, an open window, blinds, shadows and police cars. It was the same house I had seen at first, with its potted Hyacinth, gardenias and petunias. I knew there was something wrong and I could smell danger in the air.

When his hands stopped thrashing about in agony, Ar buried his forehead in a fragile palm, settling next to him and whispered softly: “Lilya, Lilya,” he repeated like a windup, “my girl. My... I was looking for you, do you believe me? Really looking! I could not think that you were… What are you…” he swallowed a lot of words, restraining himself. - He is not a tenant ... - Thoughts rushed about, confused and mixed up. - Who was that? - asked the main question, tormented all the time. He called himself Orchid. - Lily pulled her fingers out of the grip and hid the brush under the covers.

Sasha The black orchid is a living insult placed on the table. Each petal is a provocation. I want to crush it under my fist, reduce this poisoned message from Voronin to dust. But I hold back. Destroying it would be to acknowledge its power. I feel Niko's attention on me, cold, analytical. He studies the flower like a problem to solve. I see it as a declaration of war. And you don't negotiate with a declaration of war; you crush it.

"This is a Pitcher Plant. Unlike the Venus Flytrap that snaps shut, it lures insects inside with nectar. Once they fall in, they can't climb back out." I leaned over immediately. "So... it's basically a scam artist." Andrew pursed his lips to hold back his laughter. Barry blinked sharply, then cleared his throat. “I suppose that's one way of putting it," he muttered, walking forward. "These are orchids. There are over twenty-five thousand known species." “Twenty-five thousand?" “Err… Approximately." "So you're telling me flowers have DLC?" Barry stared at me flatly. Andrew chuckled quietly. “Let's head to the next enclave, please.” Barry said, already walking away.

After our little heart-to-heart, she returned to the Kartheca, so I’ll be meeting her there for dinner. With a snap of my fingers, a long-stemmed golden orchid appears in my hand. Every flower and the stem itself looks as though it was dipped in gold and has the sweetest vanilla perfume. No dinner is complete without a floral gesture, and I couldn’t think of any flower on earth that does my firefly justice, so I created one. As pure and gold as the heavenly blood that flows through her veins, and smelling of vanilla just like her. She also smells like orchids, hence why I decided it had to be an orchid. Yildiz had mentioned that she can see magic, so I’m hoping she can see this.

Orchid curled his lips with the look of tranquillity. “Give up already. Princess or I will squeeze the little brat to death! Which I'll do by the way with or without you giving up.” “Big sister don’t mind me—Fight your way out of here!" he turned his face to Kontar, "if you can beat her the invisible barrier will be lifted!!” He yelled. “Will you shut up!!” Orchid fumed, slowly crushing him as Dryad shrieked, Wren sighed heavily then she raised her hands up, surrendering herself, Orchid smiled.

An orchid. I could see a woman with dirty blonde hair, that was more golden than brown, with natural-looking waves to her hair that fell well past her shoulders. Her blue-green eyes held an intensity to them as she stood over flowers of her own, orchids, in what also looks like a greenhouse. It's the smells that hit me. A cold shiver worked goosebumps all over my skin as Mylo's scent, his distinct cinnamon, apple, and vanilla filled my nose.