Bloody Flowers Novels & Stories

Deliberately, carefully, with skill and sustained effort. And underneath it, held so tightly it was barely present, held the way you held something at the bottom of a current with both hands and all your weight, something else entirely. Something that smelled of open ground after rain and running cold water and the particular clean-iron scent that belonged to a bloodline with significant age in it. Not warm-blooded. Not the human register. Something older than both, something that had been here before the categories existed and had continued regardless. I pulled back and looked at her face.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

- Which flower do you want me to start with? She stopped to look at the flowers and with her hand pointed to the first one that caught her attention. - This one is brown. - she said. - This flower comes from the Billabong Kingdom: it is a kingdom of temporary drought, every year it rains six months in a row, and then comes the six months of blindness. They hire their young children to make holes as fountains to store water for the hard times, the flower only appears in the deepest holes, being called earth, their petals are used to make a black wine. Their petals are used to make a black wine, which if drunk in too much quantity can lead to death.

But the fog pulses behind him like a living thing, and something in me knows he’s right. Still, I take a step. He sighs deeply, as though he knows I wasn’t going to give up this easily, then pulls something from his pocket. It’s a flower. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The petals shimmer, iridescent and darkly crimson, shaped like drops of blood caught mid-fall. Its stem curls like it’s alive, pulsing faintly with energy I can’t name. “This flower only grows in the Hollow,” he says, holding it out to me. “It’s considered a herald of change when it appears.” His eyes narrow on mine before he adds, “It smells like berries.”

It was such a beautiful moment that when I went down on one knee, I actually shed a tear! I grabbed the bouquet of the black roses from my side and smiled evilly. The black rose is a mysterious bloom that can convey many meanings. The color black has often been synonymous with death and mourning and is usually used at funerals. But black roses do have more meaning as well. They can stand for the beginning of new things and major changes. Dear darlo, I assure you that nightmares will become your reality. It will dance in front of you and with you constantly. It will also sing a lullaby for you in your sleep. It will never leave you alone.

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

"I waited three hundred years for you to be reborn. For the prophecy to bring you back. And now you're here, and I'm not letting you go again." I looked at Cassius desperately. "You said I could have the flowers. You said we had a deal." "We do," Cassius confirmed, gesturing lazily. A servant appeared from the shadows carrying a box made of silver and glass. Inside were flowers unlike any I'd ever seen. They glowed with a pale blue light, their petals seeming to contain liquid moonlight. "The Moonblood flowers. Twenty of them, enough to cure any poison. They're yours." Relief crashed through me. "Thank you. I'll take them and leave now."

“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.

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."

More and more they came out, their petals dyed with the color of red, their petals shaded with the beautiful color of blood, each one of them seemingly calling unto the other as more appeared out of thin air within the desire to fertilize themselves with the quality nutrients derived from the tentacles. It was a blood-chilling but beautiful sight, the sight of flowers growing from the now carcass of tortured tentacles, the end of these tentacles becoming the birthing of these lovely organisms, each one of these flowers blushed with the adoring color of scarlet. The dormant sea dyed with the blood it never shed, the flowers matching the color of the sea sang in delight as it fluttered its win