Bloody Flowers Novels & Stories

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.

"Like the princess, tea, or flower?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, a smile growing on my face. "The flower. Why do you—why do you call me Bloom?" Zac shrugged lightly, looking out the window. "I assumed it was the flower. Blooming—as flowers do." I inhaled sharply. I was—flattered, I think. Confused. I didn't think Zac was someone who would put thought into a nickname. It—kind of made my heart tug. It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be.

I held the stem attached to the flower tightly, luckily there were no thorns to pierce through my skin. I opened the drawer and put it with the other yellow rose, but today it was red. Orion had been leaving a flower on the table next to my bed every day with a sorry since I stopped talking to him. The blood moon was only 5 days away and we had no progress so far. A knock on the door startled me before I could respond the door burst open and Bernadette stood in front of me.

The hairs on my arms prickled, and I felt a chill go down my spine. I cautiously stepped inside, my gaze darting around the room. Everything seemed as I had left it, except for one small detail. On the kitchen counter were flowers. I froze in terror. I knew without a doubt that someone had invaded my home. The flowers which are, used to describe love has turned into something, only evil could represent. The blood on the petals is like, a threat. This, time the black note is filled not only with cursive handwriting but blood too. Those whose touch caresses the curves of your body,

Kailey’s POV. I stood there captivated by the blood red flowers, they seemed unreal, scary and mysterious. Their red color reminded me of something. Blood. I continued walking, taking more steps and as I did, more and more flowers appeared in the groove. The scent in the air was more on this side, a sweet tang which also had a sweet taste to it, I wasn't sure how but somehow I could taste the sweetness in the air. What are these?. I couldn't help but wonder what the flowers were, the forest had shown me a lot of supernatural things which were white right now I was fully on my guard, I wouldn't let my guard down for now reason.

Blood still clung to Anton’s father’s hands. “Ma! Please, Ma, don’t leave us!” Flora Amor sobbed, pressing her palm against her mother’s bleeding chest. “Director, the ambulance is here!” someone shouted. “Ma, open your eyes, please! Maaa!” Dixal pulled her into his arms from behind as she wept. And then—her mother’s finger twitched. “Dixal! She’s alive!” Flora Amor gasped, clinging to hope. “What?” He quickly felt for a pulse. His eyes widened.

“Ms. Jensen, your partner and the kids are amazing. You’re really lucky. “Your arm would have been fine with just some ointment. But they insisted you stay in the hospital and took care of you the whole time.” Moon smiled. Pride shone in her eyes. Julian walked in with the two boys. He handed her the bouquet he was holding, and a warm smile spread across his face. “Your discharge papers are ready. The boys picked these flowers this morning. Congratulations on getting out of the hospital!” Zayden and Yannick leaned in on either side. “Ms. Jensen, look! There are still dewdrops on the flowers!” “Ms. Jensen, these flowers are as pretty as you!”

Xavi asked, snapping me from my thoughts. I glanced at him and with my lips pursed, “Let’s go,” I murmured as I climbed into the carriage. It was not truly my business, and the last thing I wanted was to be entangled in this mess. The ride jolted with bumps, but suddenly something swirled into my nostrils, a sharp, metallic, unmistakable smell, like blood. My eyes darted over my body, yet I was not injured, so where was this coming from?

"The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who has nothing left to lose." I looked at the card, then back up into his dark, hungry eyes. I reached out to take it. As I did, I intentionally let my fingers brush against his calloused palm. A sharp, electric shock shot through me, and I let out a soft gasp. Franco’s eyes dilated instantly. He stepped half an inch closer, his thigh brushing against mine. He knew exactly what that touch did to me. He wanted it just as much as I did. "Rule one," Franco whispered, leaning down until his lips almost brushed the shell of my ear, his breath

" No, the flower is already connected to you, only people connected to you or someone who shares the same blood with you can be able to use the flower" I was confused, I couldn't understand what she meant. " The flower is called the blood moon flower for a reason, your blood touched the flower on a full moon right," she asked and I nodded realising what she meant, I remembered my blood had dropped on the flower, and after I had cleaned up the cut, I noticed that the once purple flower had turned red and I never really thought it was something important, and now Tanya just mentioned it, I just realised that the flower wasn't just a flower. Cyrus had mentioned that the flower was rare, so it m