Bunga Kematian Novels & Stories

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.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

Yohan asked. “We’re sure enough that not many people know her by her face, that’s her biggest asset and advantage. So people don’t really know that she died… if she died.” Theo pointed out. “She was already dead for a few minutes, it’s damn near impossible they could have revived her. Was it a bad idea I sent her corpse back?” “If she did, do you think she’s trying to get back at us for doing what we did?” Oswald asked, needing a few more drinks to loosen up.

Mereka mengungkung anak itu di antara cahaya merah yang meretih bagaikan api. “Dari kematian, Jelmaan Bizura. Dari kematian.” Venus menggigit bibir dan memejamkan mata; mencoba untuk meredam ketakutannya. Aku hanya berhadapan dengan bayangan, pikir gadis itu gamang. “A-Aku—” Venus menarik napas dalam-dalam; ia merasa sesak. “Kalian yang membuat Amerta mati? Itukah—” “Bukan itu, Anakku.”