Blossom In Darkness Novels & Stories

The Void wasn't consuming universes because it hated them. The Void wasn't destroying realities because it wanted to. The Void remained because it was the only thing that remained. The last witness. The last survivor. The last memory. And perhaps, the loneliest thing in existence. The eye blinked. A single tear appeared. Not water. Not light. Something stranger. A droplet of pure darkness. It fell from the heavens. The moment it touched reality, a flower bloomed. A black flower. Beautiful. Fragile. Alive.

I closed my eyes, soaking in his gentle kiss. I did not need a savior anymore. A rose blooming in the dark requires no light to survive, because she herself is the light. The End

— “It doesn’t fight against the darkness. It uses it. Turns it into something unique. Something powerful.” Edda nodded almost imperceptibly, a glimmer of understanding in her icy eyes. I took the card and slipped it into the pocket of my apron, against my hip, where his words could warm my skin. Cassius’s roses were ashes. But this flower, this message of darkness and hope, was real. It was then that my phone vibrated. Thaïs. I answered, balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear while returning to work on a sketch I hated.

"What are they becoming?" Seren's voice was barely a whisper. "Flowers. Every memory, every grief, every consumed soul—they're becoming flowers. Not here. In the Foundation chamber. The walls are blooming." Clara closed her eyes. Her anchor sense reached down through the stone, through the soil, through the staircase that led to the chamber below. She saw it—not with her eyes, but with her ability. The dark walls of the Foundation chamber were covered in white blooms, thousands of them, each one pulsing with a soft, steady light. The faces that had been carved into the stone were gone. In their place, flowers.

Like a flower that loses its beauty; so is the present that is happening to the whole country. Darkness forces beauty to mourn, darkening the happy atmosphere without being prevented. Gloom, that's all that's left. An eclipse comes between freezing snows. However, it actually lasted longer in retaliation for the delay. They said the darkness was created by a child. Dark and terrible poems about it began to surface. The girl fell like drops of rain from above the horror. She stood like a haughty tower in the distance. She limped in a gray cloud, like dawn breathing death.

“The Valley of Darkness. Few dare enter. What does she seek there? How did she enter from the beginning?” I allowed a dry, bitter laugh to escape—void of warmth, hollow, cruel. “Truth. Power. Perhaps she thinks she can challenge me to be the new founding Blessings. Not to mention that she had Black Moon Flowers!” The shadow stiffened, a sharp intake of breath betraying their shock. As expected, the name struck like thunder in the gloom.

“It's not like that. It's not something you can get rid of. It's part of me; it's my other half. It's who and what I am. Don’t you see, I am the darkness! To get rid of it would be to get rid of me. I'm no good for you. I will only cause you pain and suffering. I am the darkness! I'm the monster everyone's afraid of. I'm the beast in the dark that children have nightmares of. I am the evil from the depths of hell and will only snuff out your light, little angel. You and I can never be together!” He said with a deep and rough voice. Smoke seeped from his body again, and a dark aura rose from his body like a shadow looming over her.

I surrender, not to darkness, but to love. He lays me down upon the blackened earth, which is no longer barren. Flowers, silver and luminous, begin to bloom beneath us, kissed by the radiance of our bond. I arch into him, my fingers tangling in his dark locks as he worships every inch of me with his touch, his lips. The storm becomes a symphony.

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

Together I woke up with a heavy feeling. It’s like there’s a heavy rock on top of me. And i felt like something is liking my face. I forcely opened my eyes and a light from the window hit my eyes. The thing who's liking my face is a fucking dog. I hate dogs the most! I wanted to pushed away the dog from me but my body is jailed by a demon. The Demon is named Seymour Rios Evans, sleeping peacefully beside me while his arms are hugging my waist and chest tightly.