Blossom And Blood Novels & Stories

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, casually wiping away all that had happened between us. The impact was terrifyingly potent. I felt a lump in my chest, and I doubled over, coughing so hard it felt like my heart was ripping apart. When I finally caught my breath, I looked at my hand, covered in fresh blood. Keith saw it too. His expression darkened, and he was at my side in an instant, his voice deep with concern. "What's going on?"

I checked the time on my dashboard; the hospital was just ten minutes away. "Relax, I'm flying solo from here on out. See you at the wedding tomorrow." I ended the call, feeling a weight lift off my chest. However, as I was about to make a turn, a car I knew all too well rammed into me from behind. The crash sent my car tumbling, pain exploding in my legs, the world turning a bloody hue. Through the cracked window, I saw Trevin walking up, his eyes seething with bitterness.

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

She plucked one. The glow of the flower dimmed faintly in her hand.There was power in it. Without Gina noticing, she carefully slipped the flower into satchel. ——— Later that night—At the Blackmoon Pack Library… Laura sneaked into the library. She sat by the heart a sack of old leather-bounds times beside her. She picked few books about herbs. One of the books had what she was looking for. Solaris Bloom. It was also known as “The Flames of Renewal”the Bloom is a rare flower said to glow with the last breath of a fallen star.Known for its potent restorative properties.

They moved as one toward the bed, falling into it like gravity demanded it. Her shirt came off first, tossed to the floor. Then his. Skin met skin, a fire catching in their blood. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” he groaned against her neck. “I know,” she gasped, her fingers curling in his hair. The world narrowed to touch, taste, sensation, until everything else, even danger, ceased to exist. And then…. A bang. The bedroom door flew open. Inés scrambled upright, clutching the sheet.

*Rocky* Blossom holds hands with Gemini as we walk through the trees. She is doing incredible for the amount of poison that was in her body. That damn stab wound is still there, the one the fucking rogue put in her with his wolfsbane laced blade, but it’s no longer gross and infected looking. Gemini is healing. I can see it in the way her skin color is returning to her cheeks. She is no longer that ghoulish green shade that struck fear into my chest.

The lace dress was covered with Italian mesh and composed of patterns embroidered to the gown. The color scheme she’d chosen was a bit unorthodox but Dominic had agreed that everything was her choice. The tables would be covered with black tablecloths because for her it signified his power and dominance. She wasn’t sure yet if that was a good thing or not. The overlays were a sage green, not only because she loved green but because green also signified hope and growth. Her bouquet would be a mixture of red poppies and lilies, flowers that signified her sadness but also her courage.

Perhaps it's effect is only mild. She poured a little of the blood in an empty glass she found on the table, then she added just a little ash and stirred. She frowned when nothing happened. Was the book wrong? If the book was wrong, the book wouldn't be restricted. She then added a little more ash, and the the blood began to foam. Interesting. She watched it closely, taking note of every single change. By the time the blood stopped foaming, it had turned black. She smiled. Now she wondered if this would work on the royal vampires. If only she could get their blood.

"Almost impossible to reach. Took a broken nail and a bruised rib, but... here." Blythe blinked slowly, as if afraid it would vanish if she looked too hard. She reached for it with both hands, her fingers trembling slightly as she cradled the stem like it might bleed if she held it too tight. "You remember I told you about this flower," she said softly. "You called it the ghost bloom," Xavier murmured, stepping closer. "Said it only grows in impossible places. Places where storms split rock and wind howls louder than hope." She nodded, eyes still on the fragile bloom. "The old stories said it only blooms when two fates cross—when something doomed still tries to live."

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.