Romans & histoires Blooming Tails

She took his body away Blue: ohh, that's sad Just then, an octopus swam their way and opened up it's pores to spring ink on Blue Chloe: oh no, Blue watch out But it was too late, the ink was all over her tail and kept spreading round it Blue: oh no! My tail. It's stinging Chloe : what's happening to your tail? Something was really happening to her tail. It was fading. From its bright Blue color to a faded one. Chloe : let's get you home immediately. Your mother might be able to fix it. Blue : but she's not at home Chloe : let's just go Then they left and luckily ma'am Nina was returning home. Blue was really happy that she forgot about her tail

"WINTER FLOWER: BLOOM FOR THE ALPHA" written by peachesandme STORY NOTES: In this A/B/O verse, BETAS and ALPHAS can get pregnant (female) but with varying fertility rate/level. Alphas are able to impregnate omegas with INCREDIBLY HIGH SUCCESS RATE, but they have the LOWEST SUCCESS RATE when it comes to getting pregnant.

Ver was busy sniffing the air, looking like the adorable puppy he was. "They produce beautiful golden and red flowers called twin beaks. They're called that because before they bloom, the gold petals are folded to look like a beak as do the red petals. Look up, they sparkle when they bloom. Looks like we're in luck." I pointe up and around, smiling. "We are? OH, SANCTUM CEALI!!" Ver gasped and laughed. "THIS IS GORGEOUS!!! You grew up here?! I'm SO jealous!!"

“Then we’ll just have to be faster.” By dawn, we were already on the move again. The mountain range stretched endlessly before us, every ridge sharper than the last, each step echoing with exhaustion. The path narrowed as we descended into the valley below, where the air grew warmer and thick with mist. Strange black flowers bloomed along the cliffsides—flowers that glowed faintly blue when touched by the sun. Aaron stopped to pluck one. “Well, at least the apocalypse has nice landscaping.” Sylra smacked his hand. “Those are soul blooms. They grow on the graves of forgotten spirits.”

The scientist looked back at the male tailed beast and at the same time, the crystal gem glowed bright red causing the neck of the scientist to suddenly crack, that ended his life. The male tailed beast with big ears and the female tailed beast looked at each other, not stating a word but both knew in their stares, there were people behind them that they were ready to kill them. But before they could attack, the male tailed beast was able to control them to drop their weapons and the female tailed beast showed her third tail, a long fish tail full of sharp scales. When the male tailed beast lifted them a few inches above the ground, the female tailed beast showed the beautiful sharp scales t

Exhausted yet triumphant, Brock and I somehow mustered the strength to coax the two enigmatic, tailed creatures back into their respective beds, adorned with silken sheets that shimmered like a mirage under the dim light. After they had reluctantly emerged from the Jacuzzi's warm embrace—where frothy, steaming water had danced around their iridescent tails—their forms underwent a startling metamorphosis. As they stepped onto the cool tiled floor, each droplet that fell from them seemed to carry a piece of that magical transformation until, quivering with the adjustment, their tails vanished, seamlessly replaced by human legs that wobbled slightly, unused to the sudden exigencies of gravity.

The shop was famous not just for its kind and beautiful owner, but because it sold only one type of flower—campanulas. Hearing that, Levi's heart nearly crumbled. Campanulas were Nikki's favorite. She had once said she loved their meaning: eternal love. Just like the love they had shared. Back then, they had spoken those promises with such innocent joy on their faces, so sure that happiness would be endless. No one had expected how fleeting it would be. But now—he still had a chance to make it right. As the flower shop came into view, he was suddenly overwhelmed by a kind of homecoming fear—the kind of fear that grips you when you're too close to what your heart has yearned for too long.

“Remember when you fell down this staircase last time? Let’s see… what you’ll do when it happens again.” Freya was not a fool and would not fall for the same trick twice. The moment Ifrit seized her wrist, she grabbed on firmly to the railing to hold herself steady. Ifrit was caught off guard by this and ended up tumbling down the stairs instead. The railing was carved with intricate flower motifs with thorny ends that tore her skin and clothes. She felt a wave of pain sweep through her, followed by the disgrace of having been outmaneuvered.

Something's coming. She hit send. Put the phone down. Looked up. The mirror crack had grown. A web now. Spreading outward like ice. Her reflection blinked again — delayed. This time, Aria didn't blink at all. The flowers shifted gently, as if reacting to the thought she hadn't spoken. The air felt electric. Alive. Not fear. Not quite. Anticipation. The whisper came again. This time, it was clear. One word. Right into her bones. "Bloom."

The way she dared to look at him—tired, shaking, ruined, yet still refusing to bow—sent something ruthless and possessive clawing up his throat. The length of his tail tightened subtly between her thighs, a silent declaration. He stepped closer, shadows peeling off him like smoke— And the air itself felt the shift, trembling between them. She smirked. She made him angry. Good. She was feeling triumphant, ready to tease him some more. But before she could open her mouth, the pointed end of his tail pushed inside her. “Apollo!” she screamed in surprise. The point was dull. Thank the gods. But the tail was shaped like a spade. Pointed tip, expanding out to a rounded end before thinning to the s