Bunga Lentera Novels & Stories

Permukaannya yang lebih tinggi daripada sekitar memudahkan Felen melihat dengan jelas apa yang ada di sana. "Bunga mawar?" Mawar itu terlihat seperti mawar biasa yang tumbuh di rumah kaca manor Leister, yang membuat bunga itu berbeda hanya es yang melingkupinya. "Itu harta karunnya?" tanya gadis itu skeptis. "Ambilah, kecuali kau mau membiarkan mereka mengambilnya." Di belakang mereka sudah menunggu dua bangsawan iblis yang merupakan siswa dan siswi Academy of אשמדאי‎ (Ashmedai). Mereka tidak berani mendekat karena ada Leon di sisi Felen.

A Vision of Lavender and Light As Analina steps into the grand hall for her birthday celebration, she is greeted by a breathtaking transformation. The room glows in hues of soft lavender and pearlescent white, delicate strands of fairy lights weaving overhead like a canopy of stars. Opulent swags of lavender tulle cascade from the ceiling softly pooling at the corners of the room, where bouquets of fresh lilacs and violets exude a gentle, calming fragrance.

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

I had made the calculation before I opened my mouth. "Three days," he said finally. The voice of someone who had decided. "Check in at six and midnight. You do not cross into vampire territory. You do not engage. You find the fixed point, you confirm the target, you come back." "Understood." "Yelena." He used my first name when he was genuinely concerned. Not often. The shift from Argent to Yelena was a specific signal, the professional distance dropped for exactly one moment to make sure the person on the other end understood that what followed was not procedural.

"But the Trial of Fire is for the uncertain. My children are not a question. They are the answer." ​I reached into the small pouch at my waist and pulled out a handful of crushed white petals—Lunar Lily, a rare flower that only grows where the True Bride walks. I tossed them into the air. Instead of falling, they ignited in mid-air, burning with a brilliant, cool silver light that didn't smoke.

I shouldn’t trust someone who just appeared in the forest, which was my turf. “How about I give you something to remind you that you indeed met me tonight?” And from his pants’ front pocket, he pulled out something. It was a very rare kind of flower called guabula. One that could only be found in the north of Aryan. It had small three petals and a tube-like star in the middle of it, and it smelled so sweet. Addictive. The flower itself would turn into different colors by each passing day. Tonight, it was violet, and it just matched my lavender gown. I knew that it would take two months before it would dry up and die.

I needed to feel something else, something to drown the fire that Adira had lit inside me. As I stepped into the flower garden—the one Baba had planted for Selene—I was greeted by the familiar riot of colors that had become its trademark. Peonies, Selene’s favorite, stood proudly amidst the towering sunflowers, while delicate hydrangeas and roses of every conceivable shade, littered the garden, making it any florist’s dream come true.

Her heart started thumping loudly in her chest. When they got there, there was indeed a beautiful woman. The most beautiful woman in the entire land, Bella Li. Bella was standing at the edge of the river, holding onto a flower lantern. She lit it and put it into the river. She let it float out of her hand and held her hands together as she made a prayer.

Valentina’s POV I knelt on the edge of the terrace, the jungle pulsing with heat and humidity around us. The garden shimmered like a fever dream. Petals the color of blood and flame swayed in the misty air—flor de fuego, the fabled “flower of fire.” I couldn’t look away. It was so beautiful. I reached up to brush a strand of hair from my face when my bracelet—an 18k gold filled stainless steel one slipped from my wrist.