Blooded Palace The War Of Flowers Novels & Stories

“They left…and will probably never return.” “Just like that?” Anaztasia barely managed to ask. She nodded with utter discernment. “Yes. Just like that…” *** “Thank you,” she beamed at the two people she had paid to steal the flower from Isla’s now destroyed room. Maebh never saw this flower before. It was so red, like that of fresh blood. And its thorns, its thorns are pretty much thornier than most thorns of common roses. One thing Maebh is certain of: the Blood Rose is beautiful.

Her eyes then widened, and realization struck her. "Why am I even thinking about this?" She asked in disbelief, before hurrying up to the entrance of the Palace, where her brother was waiting for her. "Ahankara," he smiled as soon as he saw her, and she immediately smiled back, walking up to him gracefully. "Have they arrived?" She asked, looking outside. The huge palace garden was decorated beautifully, lit up with oil lamps that were placed along the walking pathways. The main pathway itself, on which they'd walk to enter the Palace, was laden with the petals of a bright yellow flower. It contrasted perfectly with the orange evening sky, giving everything a gentle and fresh hue.

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

Before I closed my eyes for one last time, I heard that little voice again: “..Red flowers are not scattered across the barren land, and my bed It is not the red flowers but the blood of the heroes that war had shed Red flowers, red flowers... Glowing their crimson, gloomy glimmer in the dark Red flowers, red flowers… The new end, the new beginning they mark…”

, she was no longer in the mood, on her face with a sunny smile that always reigned a cold indifference. The luxury car sped away, leaving her standing alone in front of that vast and magnificent palace. Owen said that as long as she comes here, someone will come out to greet her. But right now, she was alone with two soldiers standing guard in front of the palace. Red roses bloomed around the huge palace built in a strange gothic structure, under the eternal night sky, the castle was even more magical. According to Brawen, the roses here do not need sunlight but still bloom normally, they are bigger, more beautiful and redder than flowers in the human world.

Five years had slipped by like gentle river currents since the long war ended, and the capital had transformed into a thriving beacon of peace and renewal. The palace gardens overflowed with vibrant summer blooms — roses climbing trellises, jasmine vines heavy with fragrant flowers, and fruit trees laden with ripe cherries and plums. The air carried the sweet, heady scent of life in full bloom, mirroring the profound joy that had taken root within the royal family.

My mind is not at rest , knowing that Rosemary is alone and is cold. After excusing myself , I walk through the maze like garden. It place is truly magnificent – the flowers , the white stones that are decorated on each pathways , the little lamps that outline the pathways for people at night ; it is imply amazing. I make my way to the water fountain , to find that she is no longer there. Though the palace is safe , I can not help but get a bad feeling. Something catches my eyes , droplets of blood painted onto the white stones. I follow the droplets till my eyes lay on a frightful sight.

Everything was so painfully familiar and simple, pleasurable, like a memory she could almost touch with her fingers. Suddenly, a dark shadow spread and swallowed the palace. The sky was full of dark wings, twisted horns, and evil grins. On the ground, the stray of deformed large dogs were approaching, eyes glowing red like burning coals. Tons of swords were lifted with wicked screams that shook the air. Fiend demons were everywhere. Warriors spilt out of the palace in protective stances, but the demons were killing them easily, like wooden toys breaking apart. The palace yard was turning crimson red, rivers of blood flowing between stones.

“Or we are both toast.” “Why?” I whispered, my voice shaking. “What’s happening?” He didn’t answer. He just pulled me toward the door. The moment we stepped out into the hall, another explosion was heard. I didn’t need a seer to tell me that the palace was under a great war. Screams echoed from far away. The smell of blood filled the air. Bodies laid on the floor like logs of wood, stored for the winter. “What’s going on?” I whispered again, but he only pulled me faster.

King Carlen ordered dozens of trusted court warriors-who of course, drank animal blood-to monitor all the vampires scattered in the human world. Orlan, Dafa, and Aaron walked toward the throne room. They walked down a long hallway with minimal lighting, the only light coming from the candles attached to the pillars. Then the black walls and dozens of tuberose flowers under the candles all over the pillars add to the spooky feel of this vampire palace. Orlan frowned. Why, from the many flowers, the tuberose flower was chosen? "Tuberose?" Dafa raised an eyebrow. Orlan's inner voice is represented by his Beta, who really likes to be curious.