Bloody Flowers Novels & Stories

The whole blood ties and honor mostly kept many vampires unapproachable, placing them in their current predicament. The gap would have to be filled.... "Go Happy Flower!" Vale thrust her finger in the direction of the gargantuan of a man. 'Happy flower? That's the flower of nightmares!' Elise eyed her friend with a raised eyebrow. 'Happy Flower' Began pushing it's way back towards the center of the line occasionally batting a poor soul out of it's path shouldering through it's friendly forces. The giant brute of a Vampire noticed Happy Flower making it's way towards him.

I couldn’t hold back my tears at the sight of my own body. I stepped forward and gently brushed my hand over my face. The faint trace of tears still lingered on my skin. Before I could fully process what was happening, Lucas lunged toward me, frantically clearing away the flowers around my body. His voice was shaking, almost desperate. “Clara has asthma... there can’t be flowers in the house. The pollen will make her sick. Why would you surround her with flowers?”

Servants were moving tables into place, while others adjusted the soft, glowing glamour lights above. Tall crystal vases lined the center of each table, elegant and graceful. The floral arrangements clearly represented the different realms—blood red roses for the vampires, sky blue lotuses for the sirens, wild moonflowers for the werewolves, golden hellebores for the fae, and twilight-colored orchids for the witches. I knew this because I had always loved flowers and nature. Even as a child, I could name blooms by their scent alone. As I leaned in to inspect the bouquet on the head table, something caught my eye.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

"I found a flower inside it. Jeniece had mentioned it to me before, and I suspect she placed it there to cause this chaos. This flower is known as the bloom of the dead! It appears as a yellow flower bud that only blooms in the presence of someone who has passed away. It absorbs the essence of death from the deceased and disperses it, resulting in the death of an equal number of individuals as the number of petals it possesses. This is exactly what happened that evening, but what disturbs me is the death of the crows afterward. I wonder what caused it," she expressed her doubts. "That bitch is truly testing my patience!" I furrowed my brow in frustration.

I was foolish enough to think that as long as Anya was safe, I would tolerate Freya and Liam from thereon. "But you never picked up, not even once! Do you have any idea how much it hurt for me to see Anya drawing her last breath in my arms?" Ack! Lucas was so heartbroken that he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. As his tears were mixed with blood and trickled down the side of his cheeks, he was drowned by an immense sheet of sorrow and pain. He knew Cassiopeia would never forgive him. Even he had trouble forgiving himself for what he had done.

Because of some meds she was on, she has been dealing with the embarrassing issue of leaking fluids. Even on that day's mountain hike, she had to sneak away to a midway changing room for a quick switch of clothes. However, that was not all. There were more photos of her face crudely pasted onto the bodies in adult movies. Her phone nearly slipped from her grasp as dizziness washed over her. Only Cecilia had been with her when she changed. Holly stormed off to confront her. Cecilia sneered when she saw Holly, "Oh, so you've got that problem, huh? Tsk, tsk. Come on, spill it. You really expect us to believe Luke's the only guy in your life?"

I carried it to my dining table like it might explode, my fingers trembling as I lifted the lid. Inside, nestled in tissue paper as black as midnight, were flowers. But not just any flowers. They were the most dramatic, dangerous-looking flowers I had ever seen. Deep, blood-red roses, so dark they were almost black, mixed with strange, elegant black lilies that looked like they’d been grown in moonlight. There was no sweet, gentle scent. It was something richer, spicier. It smelled like power. There was a simple, thick card nestled among the stems. No handwritten note. Just crisp, typed words.

she whispered. But the graph climbed even higher, and the reactive medium in the beaker emitted a soft golden glow—a colour that appeared only in descendants of the Lumerys' pure bloodline. It took only a few seconds for Louise to realise that whatever she held in her hands far exceeded anything she had ever imagined. She removed her gloves and hurried out to meet Yoren. “Alpha,” she said quietly when she found him. “I’ve examined it.” Yoren sat on the chair with his back rigid. “What’s the result?”

"Summon Elder Pei and Beta Prime Marcus to the Royal Study immediately!" *** The Phantom Nightshade bloomed only once every five years. Its petals were a deep, bruising purple that emitted a strange, intoxicating fragrance. Under the moonlight, the flower seemed to refract light like shattered stars—breathtakingly beautiful, yet fatal. It was known as the Flower of Death. If a wolf ingested even a speck, their insides would liquefy within moments. Its cultivation was notoriously difficult, requiring a specific balance of soil and shade. Many high-born she-wolves in the Royal Capital had attempted to grow it for its beauty, but only one had succeeded: Beta Prime Marcus’s daughter, Cassandra.