Bone Flowers Novels & Stories

The latter responded to her smile with a wider ones, “It’s quite simpler than it looked. You only need to pour water late at night. It doesn’t need to be a lot. Contrary to other flowers, these carnage only need flower that is poured when the sky is dark.” “I see,” hummed Rose looking at the flower. Noticing the flower pot, she stared at the carving around it. The ceramic pot stood out more to Rose as though the main sight was not the gentle carnage flower but the pot. “They are a very strong flower, I am certain you can take care of it,” Iris whispered, smiling as she stared down at the white flowers darkly. Meanwhile inside the mansion, Dominic was shown by his grandparents the portrait of

My body was already fragile, worn out from the emotional and physical toll of the past days, and now someone was toying with me? As I reached for the doorknob again to close it, something caught my attention. A sharp, peculiar scent. Sweet, yet spicy. Oddly familiar, but...wrong. My eyes fell to the porch, and my breath hitched. A bouquet of Moon Flowers. Only, they weren’t the crystal white ones that gently glowed in the dark. These were black. Deep, glossy black, shimmering under the pale daylight like polished onyx. They didn’t just sit there—they loomed, almost alive in their stillness.

If he survived this, I would curse him to death. My current focus was to find the two ingredients needed to make an antidote for Dimas' body. Black Selinide Mushroom and Turnia Flower Root. As for the Turnia Flower, I've seen it at the Glafelden City flower shop. Turnia flower was an annual plant with a height between 70 to 90 cm. Each stem has only one flower at the end of the stalk. The shape of the flower when the bud was like a drill bit but would be very beautiful when it bloomed. If the season came, the Turnia Flower, which has dozens of petals, would bloom clockwise. Because of its very beautiful shape, Turnia Flowers were hunted by people as gifts or decorations at home.

Roselyn had just sat down on a sofa upholstered in thick linen when a maid approached with very cautious steps. In both hands, she held a copper basin filled with warm water. On the surface, dozens of reddish-white flower petals floated gracefully. "These are rebloom flowers, Your Grace," the maid explained as she knelt slowly near Roselyn’s feet, setting the basin on a low table. "This flower only grows on the steep cliffs of the Northern peak and blooms just once a year." Roselyn removed her gloves, then slowly dipped the tips of her fingers into the water. Instantly, warmth traveled up past her wrists. The rising fragrant steam carried a soothing, sweet scent.

You can take it back to Starhaven and have Healer Dalton examine it himself. Without waiting for an answer, he immediately gave orders for someone to fetch a basket of Snow Blossoms. It wasn't long before a full basket was brought over. The flowers were dried, each stalk nearly as long as a forearm, with the stems and leaves still attached. Its color was a dull brownish-yellow, the petals shriveled and tightly wrapped around dark brown stamens. The dried flowers didn't look very appealing, which was a bit of a letdown, given how nice its name sounded.

A uniformed delivery man stepped in, holding a massive bouquet of unusual, breathtaking flowers—deep blue petals with pale silver streaks that shimmered like frost. "Delivery for Mrs. Aisla Reyes," he said with a polite nod, placing the card in my hand before turning on his heel and leaving. Before I could open it, Nico walked in. His presence, always commanding, filled the room in a blink. Immaculate as ever in a tailored suit, his jaw freshly shaven and his hair slightly tousled. "You're up," he said, voice smooth, almost casual. "I got these..." I held up the bouquet. "I know," he replied, already pulling something from his coat pocket. "They're called moon orchids. Only bloom once a year

His voice carried authority, but it was still threaded with sorrow. “It is time,” he said. “We will proceed with the receiving.” I didn’t know what was expected of us to do, as I had never attended such a thing, but Ines quickly whispered in my ear. We exited the cars, and several pack members stepped forward, each holding a woven basket. Inside lay dozens of deep crimson flowers called “flame petals,” the sacred bloom that grew only along the northern ridge of our territory. They were rare and stubborn flowers, blooming brightest in harsh conditions, surviving frost and wind alike. They symbolized endurance, strength, and unbending leadership.

Now that it was over, Stone was eager to share the news with her. While the others prepared for their night out, Stone walked to his car to retrieve a bouquet of flowers he had picked up earlier. He knew how much May adored pink, and the bouquet he carried featured the most exquisite pink blooms he could find—tulips, roses, peonies, and dahlias. The florist had even tucked in rare pink lily-of-the-valley blooms. Just imagining May’s reaction filled Stone with a strange sense of joy, something he wasn’t used to feeling.

Ignoring the whispers, he scooped plain water from the stream into his hands and poured it over the flower, startling the villagers who saw this as defiance of tradition. Yet, as he watered in droplets, the flower trembled and radiated a golden glow, and the first petal unfolded. “It’s blooming!” Someone cried. The flower blossomed; its golden petals unfolded one by one. Tiny buds sprouted across the grass, blossoming in harmony, their sweet pollen perfuming the air. The flower’s golden aura shimmered; its sharp, intricate petals too numerous for Sarang to count amid the excitement. At its heart, a soft light began to dissipate, revealing a small, precious stone nestled within.

The flower looked perfectly fresh and alive, as if it had just been plucked from the earth a second ago. Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat. Her blue doe eyes went wide with absolute shock. She covered her mouth with both of her hands, staring at the glowing flower. "A Moon Whisper flower..." she whispered, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Jacob... how? These flowers only grow on the highest, most dangerous peaks of the northern mountains. They die within an hour if they are not kept in special magic soil."