Bunga Kematian Novels & Stories

I said to him and I turned to Sushi, who was now at the entrance of the tunnel and didn't seem to want to step toward me. "Don't worry, the flower is not poisonous. But it is poisonous to other creatures. It has a different effect on immortals." He answered me. "Do you want to know?" "Yes." I quickly answered him. Everyone wants to know what the effect of this plant is. "The plants that surround us are called Lycoris Radiata. The flower of death. It foresees the death of a being. It does not live in another place, it only grows here. So this flower, time to grow somewhere else—that means someone's going to die." He answered me that I inhaled. I felt like I lost my breath because of the infor

“Dad, Mom, I might end up being alone again.” Rain wiped off the dust on her parents’ memorial photos with a cloth and smiled. “But I think I should be fine.” At the very least, she would no longer feel so depressed and hurt. She was about to leave after the visit, but Joshua finally arrived with a bouquet of fresh lilies. “Sorry, Rain. Faye suddenly had a high fever, and I was busy taking care of her. I just remembered it’s your parents’ death anniversary today. Why didn’t you say an—”

Kira elucidated beside me while giggling softly, and my heart flushed with happiness at the sight of her smile. "Yes," I said."A good day to die hard." I retorted with a smile plastered on my face. A buzzing sound was heard, and a small hole was visible on top of the cage. We watch in curiosity, waiting for whatever they are going to send out again. After what seemed like an entity, different weapons were thrown down on the cage floor. including short knives, spikes, bows, and arrows.

‘Hey why are you walking like the dead ones’? ‘The dead ones?’ ivory asked with question marks all over her face ‘what are those, are they zombies’. ‘I don’t know what zom…be is but the dead ones are an army of dead people created by dark witches five hundred years ago, the dead walks pretty slow but one scratch from them and you’re one of them too’ Natasha explained. ‘Definitely zombies’ ivory murmured. ‘So why are you walking like the dead ones’ Natasha asked. ‘Would you join my team, I’m creating a team with whom I would go to Buklime Mountain with to go gather some herbs and more importantly the ice lotus for merit points’

Bryan said and their mother glanced at him. “What flowers are that mum?” Bryar suddenly asked, looking at her. “Black roses, Bird’s foot trefoil and Baby’s breath.” “What do they mean?” “Death, Vengeance and Purity.” She replied and Bryan chuckled. “The killer is a psychopath.” Bryan muttered. “How does Purity rhyme with Vengeance and Death?” Bryan thought and their mother hurriedly changed the channel. “Okay, that's enough.” She chuckled and ruffled Bryar’s hair then headed back towards the dining room.

“Although… I’m not sure they’re right for the occasion.” Mirena lowered her gaze to the chrysanthemums in her hands and smiled faintly. In some cultures, they symbolized death. She lifted her eyes back toward the stage just as Ana delivered her next line. “Oh, they’re the right bouquet,” Mirena replied softly. Her eyes locked onto Ana instantly. Even under the stage lights and heavy makeup, she recognized her without hesitation from the countless clips circulating online. “It’s the right flower, alright ” she murmured under her breath, her tone calm but edged with something colder.

"Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding." His smile froze. Tears rolled down his face. "No… It's not true… Rosa, you love me…" I dropped the wilted roses at his feet. "You're wrong. I did love you...but that was in another life. You murdered that love with your own hands, and my life along with it. All I have for you in this life is hate." I took Luca's arm and walked past Carlo without looking back. His cries echoed behind me, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

All members of the criminal organization would be in attendance that day. Lilies were Carmen's favorite flower, so her bouquet was made out of them. Yet, when the ceremony began, Carmen saw Evan standing up ahead with a bouquet of roses—my favorite flowers. Though she had a puzzled look in her eye, she continued making her way toward him. With a voice that no one could hear, Evan murmured, "Lyra, you're the only woman I'd ever marry. May this bouquet of roses stand in for you as you accompany me to complete this act."

"I grew up nearby. I don't know which saint it belongs to, but the elderly in my family said that this shrine is really magical. Be careful what you wish for or promise in front of the saint because it will come true." 'Zach, you would do anything to get me. I bet you never thought that all those sweet promises that you made back then were the reason that got you killed and gave me another life.'