Blooming Drow Head Novels & Stories

“The ball is going to start in a few minutes. You don't have to do much. Just stand by the side and once the ball is over, I will come fetch you,” Like a lizard, Roxie nodded. “Who are you?” “Oh, there's been a lot happening and I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Bloom, an Omega wolf, and your maid,” she introduced and then bowed low. “Nice name,” Roxie commented because the name part was the first thing that made sense in what she said. Bloom beamed brightly. *~* Roxie didn't know what to expect when she was escorted into the so-called ballroom by Bloom, even the hallways were an embellishment to reflect luxury and glamor and the ballroom wasn't any different.

she said and I laughed suddenly. “I’m not going to die. Get the first aid kit in the bathroom,” I said. She ran up the stairs and I sighed. She returned a few minutes later, stopping short when she saw Andrew Douglas lying on the floor with his eyes open, his head surrounded by a pool of his own blood and brain matter.

She wore a torn tunic barely covering her skin. “Name?” He asked, ignoring her tears. “Solane,” She whispered, her throat bobbing as she swallowed down her fear. She was petite with an oval face and thin lips. “Solane, hmm?” Draken hummed and reached a hand to her chin. His wounded hand where that fucking Blossom had stabbed him back at the brothel. The Blossom who made him go on a killing spree as he searched everywhere for her. Draken would have been satisfied if the fucking piss of cunt had been killed during that period but hell, she got away.

It is all so hazy and muffled. Feeling the wet cloth on my head as I lie on the bed, my body is now spasming uncontrollably. I cannot open my eyes but I know they are all here. Feeling soft kisses on my face and hands before the darkness takes me. Soon a white dahlia blooms into place, and colors begin raining down on the pedals. It is beautifully hypnotic and calming. Black, blue, red, and purple color the flower to perfection. Kimarhi’s face came into focus, along with Lorcan and Xim’s.

“Phew. I’m exhausted. You can take over.” Reiko retracted her arm and spoke to her subordinate with a blank face. She brought along the Refined Blade members whose heads were smashed at Bronze Sparrow. Heck, they were still wrapped in bandages. The students carried a box of beer bottles from the trunk and grabbed one to smash on Draig’s head. Stunned by the earlier attack, Draig was caught off guard by the blow. He fell to the floor with a cracked head. “My people brought these beer bottles as a sorry gift, but since you jumped out, I guess we might as well give them to you.”

Their massive weapons throbbed, ready to impale her. "If you're so thirsty for it, then give me a blowjob," Draven said, unzipping his pants and moving closer. "A blowjob?" "Use your mouth to suck the juice from my cock. Then you’ll get the sweet nectar you crave." His long, thick meat popped out for her mouth to serve. It was massive—the flared head was as big as a fist and the shaft was about sixteen inches long. Thick veins corded around the rock-hard length. Snow White was stunned.

The petals were long and wispy, curling inward in a spiral, and the ink used was faint, almost as if the flower didn’t want to be noticed. My eyes locked onto it. Something about the shape nagged at me until I suddenly remembered where I had seen it. It was the same pattern I had noticed beginning to form on the back of Princess Eira’s neck. The mark had looked strange then, like a faint birthmark or scar. But this flower. This flower confirmed it wasn’t natural at all. My breath caught. I leaned in to read the paragraph beneath the sketch. Morrow-bloom venom. Tasteless. Odorless. Leaves no trace in the blood.

- I take a deep breath and then hold on the tears that want to fall, yet right now I can't afford to cry. ______________ Unfortunately, sometimes in life you have to stay away from the ones you love to keep them safe and well. - I comment calmly feeling a shiver run through my skin, he watches me for a few moments and then takes his hand to my right shoulder. ______________ The captain will give you your first mission as a member of this team, I hope you do and return well Ayla.. - I raise my eyebrow in surprise, my first mission? What will they demand of me? I take a deep breath as I follow Dimitri into Katerina's office. We enter her office in silence, several base commanders are seated at

I obediently buried my face in his chest, hiding the faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing at the corners of my lips. … He gently lifted me into the car, and we settled into the backseat together. Tears still clung to my long lashes, glistening with each tremble of my eyelids, adding to my pitiable appearance. The blouse I wore, torn apart by the thugs, left patches of my fair skin exposed, shimmering under the fleeting streetlights outside. My skin was so pale it seemed almost luminous. Paired with my bright red lips, there was a disheveled yet striking allure, like a delicate flower caught in a storm. It evoked a man's primal urge and a deep desire to protect.

It was an antique piece from the previous century. I really liked the lover's knot design on the tiara. The sapphires shimmered in the light, and they were arranged from the smallest to the largest. The sapphires were intricately placed among the diamonds, making them look like teardrops on the crown. Dylan wanted to give me the tiara, but I said I hadn't done anything to deserve it. All he said was he had kept the tiara for me for a long time. He was simply handing it to me, the rightful owner.