Bleeding Heart Flower Story Novels & Stories

“…I killed her, and I waited for you to come because you had to see to it,” “I had to break,” I murmured through the tears under my breath. “She knew what waited and she offered her life, she told me to do what I needed to to end this. Before you came I placed a flower in your sister's chest, close to her heart, it’s the only way it worked,” I furiously wiped the tears away. “How what worked?” “The flower contains a natural poison that stops the heart but the effects are reversible if treated in time. When we left I had a guard take her to where she is now, she was treated, brought back, and is being looked after,”

The second voice sharpened. "There's something nearby." "You're imagining it." "No. Listen. Past the water. Small heart. Scared." I stopped breathing. "Goddammit, Hart. We leave. Now." "We're not doing anything wrong. Just a stroll under the pretty moonlight." A pause, long and deliberate, long enough to rewrite everything I thought I knew about the shape of the world. "Hunting little children." The whistle cut through the dark. High and sharp, from somewhere across the clearing.

I take in my surroundings at once to see that I’m in a garden-like cottage with trees and flowers scattered around. A healer must have lived here, I reason, plucking the flower the leaf came from and recognizing it at once. It’s Ghost Dahlia, a rare flower with healing powers. It’s said to be extinct, so what is it doing here? I pluck the dead-like flower, which blossoms into a beautiful yellow flower in my hands. Legend says it only blossoms for the pure-hearted, which warms my heart. “The moon goddess has come to our aid, and you must save me with the flower,” Bailey says, and I feel a pang in my chest. “I do not know how much time I have left, and the potion you took is just temporary,” s

Cyclamen is the last flower you gave me the past was Evergreen. It was fresh but its flesh was just." "The place was sprinkled with yellow Lily while grace twinkle around. My heart mingled with yours, and yours tingled" "No goodbyes, you are up high. Red carnation was the quote unlove, the red heart was fully broke from love." Lea! Lea! became a blea. She pleads and pleads to flee like a bee. She told thee, the key is below the sea. Succumbed by the number three while her soul is stuck for she is in a tree...

Had the red-haired woman given them names? Gianna closed her eyes and tried to recall those images from that night. The flowers had been unusual, with petals that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. Some had been purple with gold centers. Others had been white with veins of silver running through them. There had been vines with leaves that felt almost warm to the touch. The red-haired woman had pointed to one in particular. A flower with deep red petals and a black center that looked almost like an eye. "This one is called Heartbloom," she had said, her voice reverent. "It can heal the deepest wounds. It can cure poisons. It can restore what has been broken."

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

His bloodshot eyes filled with grief as he murmured, "Rena… I met her after Lily left. She was an orphan—she only had me. "I promised to cherish and protect her. I even swore that I'd treasure our future children just as much as I treasured her. "Why didn't she tell me she was pregnant? Was it because she didn't trust me? "But she was the only one I ever loved… It was always her!" He traced the scratch marks on the ground, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed. "So much blood… She must have been in so much pain before she died… So much pain…" Carissa seemed unable to stand Louis's display of sorrow. She muttered under her breath, "If you really cared so much about her suffering, then go find th

I left the hall and wandered into the garden to look at the flowers. "Why did you come out here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" That cool, steady voice came from beside me. It was Chandler. I turned my head and happened to meet his deep, steady gaze. "Look at these blooms. Back when we studied at the academy, the flowers looked just like this." Since my grandfather was the royal advisor, I naturally had the right to study alongside the princes at the academy.

echoed in my mind, and somehow gave me a glimmer of hope. Alex and Nora stood by my side, their faces filled with sadness. They too felt the pain that I was going through. I couldn't explain why my heart was drawn to him, but I couldn't bear the thought of him dying. With tears still in my eyes, I stood up and ran towards Alex and Nora, my voice shaking as I pleaded with them to go get help. But they just stood there, unsure of what to do. As I broke down, I noticed the last standing flower, once vibrant and full of life, was now turning black. I pointed it out to Alex and Nora, hoping for an explanation.

After many days of pain in despair, the flower decides to break out of the ground and fly close to the sun to tell the sun its love. Although it was very painful, the flower still tried to rise. Telling herself that the sunflower was still heavy, she plucked the leaves from her... Still unable to lift herself, the flower plucked the petals, and the flower thought: "No matter how ugly I am, no matter how bad the sun is, If you refuse me, it's enough just to say what I feel in my heart."