Blossoming Beginnings Novels & Stories

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

Something that had been seeds in November and cold ground in January and was now, in March, doing the thing it had been doing all along without anyone watching. I leaned in closer, it was unmistakable. Fragile and certain all at once, the way new things were — committed to existing before it had any business being sure of anything. "The sunflowers," I said. "The sunflowers," he said. We crouched at the planter together in the cold March air and looked at the small green thread of a thing that had decided to grow in a city garden in a month that barely qualified as spring, and neither of us said anything for a while because there wasn't anything to say that the thing itself wasn't already say

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.

Not violently. Like someone knocking politely on a distant door. Three slow pulses echoed through every root. Thump. Thump. Thump. The First Rootkeeper's expression changed. For the first time... They looked surprised. "They're early." Harbor looked around. "Who's early?" Before the Rootkeeper could answer... A white blossom growing beside the crystal pool unfolded. Inside it rested... A tiny newborn seed. Unlike the others. This one glowed with every color of every Dawn. Silver.

POV: Layla Brooks The morning of my first day at The Fold, I woke up before my alarm. The city outside my window was still stretching, light brushing the tops of buildings like the sky was just remembering how to be gold again. I sat up slowly, staring into the soft silence of my new apartment—boxes half-unpacked, art still leaned against the walls, plants uncertain in their new corners. It smelled like new beginnings. And coffee. I wrapped myself in my robe and padded to the kitchen, flipping on the kettle with hands that trembled, just a little.

Of the perfect night we had and of what was starting to bloom again now that my walls we're slowly starting to come down. .

Dominic winced. Freya knew he was worried and moved closer to burrow into his arms. “It’s ok, I can hug you myself.” “Then…” Dominic began as he stared at her lips. “Can I kiss you?” "Dominic!” She blushed. “You’re pushing your luck!” She tried to squirm out of his arms, but before she could pull away, she decided against it and lurched forward to kiss him. Dominic smiled, and the look in his eyes began to burn with intensity.

Julian’s eyes wandered to a clothing store next door that was opening the same day. [First Bloom] Julian looked at the sign twice. When he looked inside the window, he froze. A slender, graceful figure stood behind the counter. He stared in shock. Someone behind him nudged him impatiently. He snapped out of it and ran forward.

As the first hint of light began to touch the eastern horizon, something happened that hadn't happened in ten million years. The *Luna-Bloom*—a rare flower we had brought from the mainland mountains in the early days, a flower that was supposed to bloom only once every millennium—began to open along the railings of the Observatory. One by one, the pale, translucent petals unfurled, releasing a scent that was like rain on dry earth and fresh honey. "Look," I whispered, pointing to the flowers. Leo watched them with a quiet awe. "They’re all blooming at once."