Bloody Flowers Novels & Stories

My body was already fragile, worn out from the emotional and physical toll of the past days, and now someone was toying with me? As I reached for the doorknob again to close it, something caught my attention. A sharp, peculiar scent. Sweet, yet spicy. Oddly familiar, but...wrong. My eyes fell to the porch, and my breath hitched. A bouquet of Moon Flowers. Only, they weren’t the crystal white ones that gently glowed in the dark. These were black. Deep, glossy black, shimmering under the pale daylight like polished onyx. They didn’t just sit there—they loomed, almost alive in their stillness.

If she could just find a way out…. A loud click. She spun. The door behind her creaked open. Not the hallway door. The panel behind the bookcase. A man stepped through the narrow passageway, dark curls damp with sweat, a gun in one hand, blood on the other. His shirt clung to his sculpted torso, open down to the middle of his chest, smeared with soot. But it was his eyes, those ice-blue eyes that rooted her to the floor. Alonso.

Red flowers, red flowers… Blooming with blood, a pledge of spring which never came Red flowers, red flowers An omen, here, red flowers will never be the same. Red flowers, red flowers… In the midst of the misery of hell Blimey, that poem again! Where is it coming from?

Something worse lurked there — inner demons. Most people only knew that Widow's Blooms were rare and grew under extreme conditions. What they didn’t know was that these flowers bloomed among the dead. They grew best from the bones of corpses — in mass graves. A flower of the dead. Widow's Blooms had vivid, radiant colors. A single one was worth a fortune.

Her senses came back. When she looked around, she saw mountain of pitiable corpses. Most of these corpse's body was dismembered, cut spotlessly while some have horrifying hole in their head. She noticed too that in every corpse there's a red spiderlily flower on it. A beautiful and alluring flower that bloom from the blood of their wound. The ground she stands is full of nasty blood as if it was a pool of a crimson sea. Although the air is filled with its foul smell and very suffocating, she can breathe normally like there's really nothing. She unfortunately woke up in another nightmare.

I growl, wanting to shove the card up his stupid Alpha ass! I held the flowers out, if they were from someone else I'd keep them. They're actually pretty! Beautiful long-stem roses, each rose was perfect without a single flaw. Those little white flowers, What are they called, babies, something or another are tucked in here and there, surrounding the beautiful roses. I grabbed the flowers in both hands, and broke them in half as I turned toward the garbage can. I growl as I shove them inside and walk away without looking back.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

This time my body had a lot of purple and blue bruises to show for it. I was positive the Smith's were involved in a shady business. I had seen files with a weird logo of a monochrome skull in a bandana and two daggers placed in an opposite angle beneath the skull while cleaning Richard's room on countless occasions. At first I thought it was a research work project or something, until I noticed what a bloody creep he is.

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

I opened it and disappeared from site. As usual I went back to my best place. The place that I always feel at home. When I arrived there, the flowers had wonderfully bloomed and their scent was quite intoxicating. I squatted down to get the flower that was near. I couldn’t reach it, so I tried once again to reach it. This time, I saw a pair of shoes walk towards me as the hands plucked it and handled it to me. I gazed at the mam then at the flower in my hand.