Bone Flowers Novels & Stories

I dashed to that thing. “Zeve! Where are you going?” As expected, Amor ran after me. Morfan and others stayed at some distance while I plucked the Snowystals. The crystal flowers that bloom only in the snow. I had read about them in books, but never saw one in real life. Transparent petals of ice with blue veins like snowflakes. Slight blue tint and scent like that of rose dancing with petrichor. Looked like lilies, but petals stretched out like hibiscus.

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

The Blossomland had been his go-to-cure for a bad day. The wide terrains and hills and plains filled with vibrant colors of flowers, dancing along with the strong breeze—the serene sound of petals and leaves rustling—the smell of the aromatic azalea and windrose flowers—the warm kiss of mid-morning sunlight—they all had used to help Kael calm his thoughts down. But this time was different. The worst thing he could’ve had imagined was happening now.

She took her time to familiarize Miren with the flowers that suddenly appeared in the box. “Lady, the flowers I brought are all flowers picked from the back of the garden. Since there was going to be a ball tonight, the king wanted us to dress him up beautifully. Lady who doesn't want to wear gold jewelry can try wearing these flowers in her hair, these flowers will definitely make your beauty stand out." Miren reached out and gently stroked a wine-colored rose as she looked at the flowers that had been meticulously arranged inside the box. Her fingertips must have felt as if they were being tenderly pampered by the petals because of how velvety soft they were.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

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.

“If it’s another dead animal, I’m lighting you on fire.” “Lesson learned,” I muttered, then revealed the flower. A single flamepetal, its orange-red glow still faintly pulsing. “Rare, sacred to witches, grows only during solstice droughts. I had to hike halfway up Blackthorn Hill to get it.” She blinked. “You brought me a flamepetal?” “Well,” I said. “I didn’t climb a hill for my health.” She crossed her arms. “So is this flirting or apologizing?” “Both,” I said without missing a beat.

I headed for the greenhouse behind the herbology wing, a place rarely visited this early. In the far corner, nestled in a clay pot, was a single white orchid,rare and delicate, its petals edged in silver. Professor Lin had brought it back from the southern cliffs, calling it “the ghost flower.” It blooms once a year. Today was the third day of its bloom. Perfect. I knelt before it, hands resting on my thighs. I closed my eyes. I didn’t just picture it. I remembered it. The coolness of its petals under my fingertips from when I’d brushed past it when it first arrived. The faint scent like rain on stone and something older. The slight tremble in its stem when the wind blew through the open ven

A while later as we all sat down for lunch, Myles also joined us. He had been a lot busy these days and we all had no idea why. He randomly appears out of the blue to join us, and often goes back to his place. “Hey myles. You havent been hanging out much these days.” nikau said, somehow reading my thoughts. “Oh its just time for the winter moon flowers to bloom. I had been taking care of them.” “The winter moon flowers?” i asked curiously. Myles nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, they're a rare type of flower that only blooms once a year during the winter solstice. They're said to have powerful healing properties, and I've been working to cultivate them for our pack."

The image of Bianca carrying manure up and down those stairs had me giggling so badly. “Yes, it does paint a pretty satisfying image, doesn’t it?” She said smiling. “Yes, yes it does.” I glanced at the plants again and I realized they were two different colored flowers. “Um, Doc?” I asked, “So which flower is the less deadly aconite?” “That would be the red-orange one.” She responded. “Ah, alright. So what about the blue-purple one?” I asked.