Burning Flower Novels & Stories

Xiao Chuan said with a gaze, it turns out that there is also a Soul Devouring Demon Flower in the Departure Realm, and this Soul Devouring Demon Flower seems to have really infiltrated the entire Violet Mansion. The two carefully and slowly walked over, only to see the ground this dozen of puppets face look horrified, hands are reaching towards the sky, as if dying are still praying to heaven, and the surrounding fallen leaves have not yet completely covered it, then it means that these people died here a short time ago. "Do you still recognize the costumes of these people?" Xiao Dust squatted down and stared. All of these people's clothes seemed to have been deliberately burned, or perhaps

She looked at the orchid with flaring eyes and smirked, "Time to feed my fires." In a fraction of a second, Nora used her flames to burn the orchid. She turned the greenery orchid into ashes with her purple flames. The blossoms and twigs burned down to ashes while the big tree in the orchid shed its leaves with burnt bark. The fragrance from the lovely buds turned into the pungent smell of burnt smoke. The colours that gave a pleasant view to every passer’s eyes became the ashes.

The same thing happened with Vincent and they quickly threw the burning flowers. "What the fuck?..." They looked at serenity who was still plucking the flowers with her bare hands. "Kitten... Give that to me and please go inside, I have to talk something important with Vincent..." She nodded giving bunch of flowers to Nicolai and ran inside. They saw her disappearing and looked at the flowers she plucked. The flowers slowly lost their souls, started burning and turned into ashes. They turned towards the plant from which she had plucked the flowers and the same happened with the plants.

Shifting my gaze to the forest, squinting towards the tree with ripples of bark and below was a bed of dried roses, stretching to lavender and finally a dried bush. Bolting into the woods and tearing off my sheer jacket, taking a bunch of dried flowers that were so brittle they practically crumbled and stuffing them onto the material. With a sharp flick, the flame ignited and set the flowers alight. They were burning too fast and gaining momentum when I kept adding more. Gathering the jacket with burning flowers, I flung it into the distance. Suddenly the fire roared to life, furiously burning it path. The intruders were caught off guard, all eyes darting in m

It looks to be perfectly circular and a lot larger than I expected. Mesmerized, I begin walking towards it. The closer I get, the hotter it gets. But my curiosity keeps me going anyway. When I’m only a few steps away, the blazing heat forces me to stop. There is barely a breeze, but the flowers are swaying in a hypnotizing dance. The flames flickering in the middle of each one only adding to the effect. As I look down, I realize there is no dirt or soil, but a bed of red-hot coals which the flowers are growing out of.

"Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself." Bruce's eyes went glassy. He just stood there, frozen. "She burned them?" His voice cracked. "Yeah. Said you weren't coming back, so why bother keeping them." He flashed back to that courtyard—roses everywhere. No wonder they looked familiar. He'd planted those for her. She'd chopped them down, handed them to Julie... then torched the rest. He let go, stumbling back like the wind got knocked out of him. "You okay?" the gardener asked. "Should we replant something?"

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

There stoop Luther holding a bunch of flowers and smiling brightly. "Luther... Good morning. What are you doing here?" Joy asked as she approached him. "I came to make sure you are okay after yesterday, is everything alright?" Joy felt embarrassed mostly because she did not remember what happened last night, and she felt extremely sad for no reason, it felt like her past was relived . She gave him a faint smile and asked him to join them for breakfast, he gave her the beautiful flowers and sat next to her on the table.

The pop Inn hotel was at the out skirts of Yasia town. It was a well-built hotel with newly painted houses. The landscaping was splendid. At the entrance of the hotel were appealing flowers that were well managed and it was apparent that the management of the hotel had taken good time to beautify the place. I took some time to admire nature at its best within the hotel and suddenly I felt great warmth streaming inside my heart. I now wished that I should possess the flowers and wrapped them close to my heart.

The door locked behind him with that final sound. I sat on the edge of the bed in the large quiet room smelling of cedar and someone I had not yet met and let myself have exactly sixty seconds of honest feeling about the situation, which was bad, and then I put it away because sixty seconds was what I allowed and the sixty seconds were done.