Bunga Kematian Novels & Stories

Exploring the mysterious world around her finding a banner hanging around a dead tree. The cloth was made of high quality material with golden edges. It was a black banner with a red rose symbol. There must be some meaning behind the red rose and she gasped when fifty roses grew out of the dead tree. From what she learned in one of Medicia's books when she was young. A book containing information about flowers and plants.

That flower's core was yellow, as if it had a small, lonely sun in so much darkness. "Helleborus." Tinea said as she picked up one of the cakes with the flower on top. "One of the winter-resistant flowers, it is said that it was created because Mother Moon refused to see the precious flowers die after autumn. The Shooting Stars say that winter was born because of this mourning of the Goddess." With a fork the woman cut the cake in half, a filling so black as the flower dripped down the plate. "Many call it the 'flower that refuses to die,' but as much as its legend is beautiful, this flower is related to moments of inevitable sadness and loss, a painful memory that hurts the soul."

Their usual nonchalant expression was never ending. “Have you found anything about this toxin?” His finger wiped the poisonous powder from his torso. “Yes, Your Majesty. It is the deadliest flower that has ever existed. The Death Bloom. It can only be found within the witches territory. Hidden beneath their sacred cave. I was able to find a book about that flower in lady Telisha’s room. I was on time when it was about to be burned to ashes.” “I’m not surprised at all. It’s the same poison they used on Uneece. We must find that cave and destroy it once and for all.”

*Poppy* The air in the car felt heavy as we bounced along the dirt road, the rhythmic bounce of the wheels barely covering the chaos swirling in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of Dante's lifeless body, now shrouded in white silk and adorned with calla lilies and black roses. Each flower seemed to mock the tragedy, a haunting reminder of our failure. I gripped the edge of the seat, trying to steady my raging heart. The news we carried was more than just the death of a warrior; it was a ticking time bomb, threatening to ignite a war between kingdoms.

Every breath she drew felt like a bargain: inhale memory, exhale grief. At the foot of a towering statue, its inscription long worn away by time and neglect, a single Deathroot bloom stood defiantly. Its petals were a pale, ghostly white, veins of obsidian tracing through them like scars. Seren crouched beside it, fingertips brushing the fragile bloom. It quivered beneath her touch, a living thing in a world that had forgotten how to grow. “Today, it ends,” she whispered, her voice low as a prayer.

The bouquet arrived in the sterile light of dawn, a chilling harbinger of the psychological warfare to come. May, bleary-eyed and exhausted after another sleepless night spent poring over encrypted files and dodging board member maneuvers, found them propped against her office door. They were lilies, once symbols of purity and hope, now withered and decaying, their petals bruised and browning, their fragrance replaced by the faint, metallic scent of death. A small, unmarked card was tucked amongst the decaying blooms. May's hand trembled as she picked it up, a sense of dread washing over her. The message was simple, chillingly concise, written in elegant, flowing script:

I nod approvingly. I mostly do want to get the fuck out of here, but my heart can’t leave until I know he’s dead. I sigh and strike a match, lighting the whole pack on fire and dropping it inside. His eyes go wide with the realization he’s about to really and truly die. That fear on his face is priceless to me. I never dreamed I’d get this chance. I’ve always assumed I’d be stuck with the memory of him attacking me and never have closure. The fear would plague me for the rest of my life, even now that I have a mate.

“What type of poison” “Atropa belladonna. It was the same one found in your father’s autopsy. I believe their death is connected.” Nightshade poison. A deadly poison for a deadly organisation. I scramble closer. “What do you know Doctor?” Gail looks at me, hesitant. “Nothing much aside that I believe this is all connected to the inner circle.” The Inner Circle? This is the first time in ten years I’ve heard that name again. The last time was the day my father was buried.”

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

While in his embrace, I whispered in his ear, "Goodbye." His body visibly stiffened for a moment, but he quickly relaxed, said his goodbyes, and left. As I waited for my flight in the departure hall, I received a video from Jessica. In the video, Benjamin was holding her down while indulging in passion and whispering sweet nothings. "Selena, do you finally see who Benjamin really loves? "Did you hear that? He said he'd rather die than be without me. "Did you know he likes uniforms and little whips? Did he ever play like this with you?"