Burning Flower Novels & Stories

She saw a large oil painting hanging on the wall, the image on it was a very beautiful girl, she was wearing a white dress, holding a bouquet of lilacs looking like a beautiful bride. At this moment, Sylvia saw what she had just touched and broke lying on the ground, an angel-shaped porcelain doll with gilded wings that looked very beautiful and delicate, seemingly a collectible. The doll had broken into many small pieces, unable to be mended again. “I… I didn't mean it!” She awkwardly bent down to pick it up, but was cut by a fragment, bleeding red in a large patch. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared out of nowhere, rushing in to push Sylvia away.

Callie angled herself better, squinting to read the message more clearly. It said: 'The flame will destroy the one she loves.' Callie's brows raised in confusion. She read it again, slower this time, wondering why anyone would write something so ominous in the middle of this peaceful garden. It didn't make sense. She turned, opening her mouth to call Damon's attention to the weird message. But the flowers in her hand suddenly burst into flames. Callie screamed and threw them down immediately, watching in horror as the bouquet hit the ground. But instead of going out, the fire spread-- fast and unnatural, racing across the grass like it had a mind of its own.

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.

Flames of desire He cupped her breast with his hands as he aggressively devoured her nipples with his mouth, one after another. "Oh fuck," she moaned and slid her hands down his chest to the taut line of his abdomen, and made every muscle that made him manly ache for her even more, he rolled his tongue in circular motion around her nipples and sent more shivers down her spine.

They did this; they did all of this for me. It looks like they are serious about starting over too, and that made me smile, as I closed my locker. When I turned around, I saw shock in the eyes of the Hags. I turned around and opened my locker again. This time, I took out one of the flowers and kissed it, before I put it in my hair and walked past them. I could feel envy and rage waft off of them. I quite enjoyed it, and I reveled in the fact that their days are numbered. They will be punished for trying to kill me, and I cannot wait!

Not even Damien Von Adler. I turned off the kitchen light, leaving the flowers in the glow of the city. They were beautiful. They really were. But even stars burn out.

A shape slips into my thoughts, late on a Thursday. It does not knock. Up there in the sunroom, I hold a plant book but do not really read. Light pours down through the panels, heating my arms. A drawing catches my eye - strange flower, opens only at night - and then everything splits apart. A shape appears - soft, light-colored flower parts. Then without warning, the air carries a burnt scent.

Now, I knew he was dreaming if he thought I still would be. "Since you want to see the two packs merge so badly..." I forced a smile, but I didn't hand the flower to Rosalind. Instead, I walked to the large copper brazier in the center of the room, the one used for burning dead branches, its coals glowing red hot. "No!" Slade seemed to realize what I was about to do and lunged forward. But he was too slow. I grabbed the Moonlight Flower by its stem and ripped it out, roots and all.

in my mothers voice. “You’re not real.” I screamed. “Yes we are” a tree growled behind me. I search around I know he’s here somewhere, but where. The only thing here are flowers. That’s it he’s got to be hiding in one of them. I focus on the small flowers around me and one by one they ignite into flames until a small flower barely a foot tall lets out a blood curling scream, a black creature with purple eyes darts out at me. I throw fire balls at him but he’s so tiny and fast I miss every time.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”