Blue Irises Meaning Novels & Stories

I was hiding in the car trunk of my boyfriend, Chase McGregor, while grabbing my pregnancy report in one hand. In the other hand, I held a limited-edition watch I had specifically prepared for him. I wanted to surprise him with my pregnancy. "Chase, you wouldn't actually marry Daphne, would you? "What can she offer you? Love? Loyalty? These are worth nothing in our world. "Lucille Gervais wants to marry you. Her family is in charge of the entire North Sea. Once you marry her, you'll gain control of all the shipping routes, cargo operations, and drug trade on the North Sea.

I could only stare at him. "You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. It reminds me of my childhood. How green and fresh and dewy the grass was early in the morning. My mom loved it, always made us walk in the grass barefooted. Said it connected her to nature. Your eyes, they remind me of the feel of her hand holding mine, her laughter, the feel of the grass under my feet. The morning air, all the warmth and love in our home...y-you remind me of all that. Everything I've missed." Then he kissed me on my cheek, and I felt it then, a lone tear falling on my neck and sliding down. "Thank you, Flower."

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

I smiled at him and took a step closer. “Pink tulips mean care, affection, and love. Blue roses mean love or affection that is unreached or unrequited. Yes, I do know the meaning behind those flowers. Now, answer my question. Why'd you give me a blue rose?” “Because I know you love the colour blue. You already know what's the meaning behind those and yet you're still asking,” he answered and I chuckled. “What I mean is, why did you give it to me though it isn't unrequited.” His face filled with confusion and I am doing my best to not laugh.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

That was until… "Happy birthday," he said, stopping in front of her and handing her a blue iris. Miranda snapped back to reality. "T-Thank you, Dr. Jefferson! The flowers and cake are lovely…" Blue irises usually symbolized elegance and grace, fantasy and hope, as well as admiration and… affection. Winter noticed her reaction, and prompted with an amused look, "Mimi, take a closer look—is it only flowers and cake?" Miranda blinked while looking down at the iris in her hand. Her eyes suddenly froze. Hidden within the bouquet was a small silver-and-pink box.

"For you." Jayda looked at the box and felt something in her chest that was warmer than she was prepared for at ten in the morning before she'd finished her eggs, and she reached for the ribbon and untied it and lifted the lid and inside, arranged in white tissue paper with the care of someone who had thought about it rather than just spent money on it, were irises. Deep blue. The specific shade that sat between violet and midnight, the colour of sky at the hour before it commits to morning. Their petals opened just enough to show the gold at the centre and they were exactly right in a way she felt before she could explain why she felt it.

Yet, Aqua changed everything, not once but twice. “Include more blue irises,” he told the mildly surprised florist. “I’ll also take some of those,” he pointed at the Himalayan blue poppy. “Do those have a negative meaning to them?” Only a few Himalayan blue poppies were in the shop, and they just arrived yesterday. Due to the rarity and difficulty of growing them, the flowers didn’t often appear in her shop. It was personally grown and shipped by the florist’s mother, who owned a greenhouse, thus not having a price tag.

Hierro asked as he patted Blue’s shoulder. Blue started, and then blinked. He turned to look at Hail, Iero, Hierro and Reyan who were looking for him. “I…” he muttered. Reyan’s face is serious. “Did you sense something?” he asked. Blue looked at him, then nodded. “Yes.” He honestly answered. Hail, Iero, and Hierro were surprised. “Fairies are connected to nature, since they are children of nature.” Reyan spoke. “So, it is just natural for Blue to sense something.” He explained.

“Brother Turner, you came at the right time. The rainbow roses are blooming. Look at how beautiful it is!” Yosef looked in the direction she pointed and saw two flowers blooming on a rose bush. The colors of the flowers were very rare. They consisted of seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. They were known as rainbow roses, also seven-color roses and happiness roses. Their flower language was romance, dreams, happiness, beauty, and nobility. In addition to their vibrant colors, they also exuded a sense of sweetness. They were very rare, and it was Yosef who asked the gardener to carefully cultivate them. He wanted to give them to Yvonne as an expression of his af