Blossom In Darkness Novels & Stories

Dax screams from behind me; whether it’s him or the shadow, I can’t tell. A vine slices past my cheek, and another coils around my wrist, but I wrench free before it can pierce my skin. The pedestal rises before me. The heartbloom pulses, brighter and brighter, casting the whole clearing in crimson light. I reach out, and Dax roars behind me. The pedestal shudders. The garden howls. My fingers brush the stem, and the world erupts. Light detonates outward, hurling Dax backward into a wall of thorns. He vanishes in a burst of shadow; not dead, not consumed, just gone, pulled out of the garden like a piece yanked off a board.

After the period of darkness, we emerged at a tunnel-like exit; the exit was surrounded by few rocks & light broken-off concrete, three blue roses and one black rose. "Hey, I thought you said these were extremely rare," I said while pointing at the blue roses. "They are. Why is that the first thing you ask about?" Valkon responded. "What do you mean? It’s a valid question. I’ve also never seen a black rose before," I argued. “It sprouted from all of the dark magic surrounding this place. Black roses are a symbol of dark magic or ritualistic practices; it’s not surprising to see it growing here,” he explained.

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.

A guard popped up behind him, his shadow caught by the light. "Have this stored farther than the rest, prepare the caravan", he paused. "My bride is finally coming home!!" ********************* Dylan walked through a rose garden, the moonlight casting a soft glow on the red, watered petals. He paused, eyes shut, quietly listening to the flowing breeze as it kissed past him. Finally, he was free from that horribly, suffocating party. Another minute in there and he'd probably have dropped dead from the strong stench of perfume.

A sigh escapes my lips as dread washes over me, realising I didn't have a coat or an umbrella. Absolutely brilliant. Way to go, Rose. I place my hand on the glass door, knowing that soon I will be drenched. I turn to face the old librarian as she approaches the door, "Goodbye." I say softly, then walk out into the freezing cold rain, the wind whipping at my skin and causing my ebony hair to stick to my face.

​The transition into the Dark Fantasy Rebirth wasn’t a clean cut; it was a jagged, visceral overhaul. The obsidian tower didn’t just stand—it inhaled the light of the shattered moon, pulsing like a black heart at the center of the world. Nora felt the weight of the "Public Domain" settling over her shoulders like a suit of leaden mail. Her scrubs had hardened into a flexible, midnight-weave leather, and the wooden flute in her hand had lengthened, its grain flowing with a liquid, crimson light.

"If you're well equipped with the elements, your subconscious will guide you to what you desire and hope to solve. In your case, I highly think you will get a small idea about your wolf. Whether it's just a feeling you'll feel, or a small vision. It depends." The darkness that surrounded my vision didn't leave me feeling uneasy as it always did it was somehow oddly soothing. I guess it's because of the items that Dimitri bought with him. The soft music that was playing low is all but purely relaxing. It gave me an aura of relaxation and concentration. Or perhaps the bowls that were close by, did a trick as well. Either way, it was working surprisingly well for me since I thought it would be

Before Jessica could utter another desperate plea, the heavy bass of the ambient music cut out with a sharp, jarring screech. The candles flickered as a hidden ventilation system kicked into overdrive, pumping a sudden, freezing draft into the Conservatory. The hairs on Lolita’s arms stood on end. Franco stepped to the centre of the room, his glass empty, his expression shifting from a man entranced by a beautiful display of dominance back to the cold, calculating architect of the Apex Bloom.

POV: Eve The storm was visible now even through the Tree's canopy. Not the natural dark of a night arriving on schedule, not the gentle weather systems that moved through Eden's borderlands with their honest wind and real rain. This was specific and directed and coming from a particular direction, that particular direction being up, and the quality of its darkness was the quality she had learned to associate with Heaven's authority, cold and certain and carrying the specific weight of something that had all the power in the world and knew it.

She wrote me back and said it would be closer to 10 that she would get there, so I just needed to be patient for another 20 minutes. I took off my clothes and left them all right in one spot, so it would be easy to find them later. I went ahead and turned the lights off, getting used to the dark. I was lost in my thoughts when I heard the click in the door. My heart immediately started racing and I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. “Hey Eve, you found me,” I said, calm and even trying not to sound too antsy. “I guess so,” I heard her beautiful voice in the dark.