Burning Flower Novels & Stories

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

This is creation unleashed. The flowers loom, towering like gods, their heads heavy and swaying. Petals curl in on themselves, ribbon candy dipped in oil, shimmering with colors I have no names for. Mauves that burn gold at the edges, blues so deep they go violet, then vanish. Some shift when I look directly at them, pulsing and breathing, resenting the attention I’m lavishing on them. Burning starts behind my eyes, the sting of unspent tears blurring my vision. I blink it away hard and fast, not wanting to miss a single second of this moment.

"I found a flower inside it. Jeniece had mentioned it to me before, and I suspect she placed it there to cause this chaos. This flower is known as the bloom of the dead! It appears as a yellow flower bud that only blooms in the presence of someone who has passed away. It absorbs the essence of death from the deceased and disperses it, resulting in the death of an equal number of individuals as the number of petals it possesses. This is exactly what happened that evening, but what disturbs me is the death of the crows afterward. I wonder what caused it," she expressed her doubts. "That bitch is truly testing my patience!" I furrowed my brow in frustration.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – “The Kiss That Burns” The Emberfall garden lay hushed in the night, its roses glowing faintly with emberlight. Moonlight spilled in fractured streams across the stone paths, but even the pale glow of the sky seemed dull compared to the restless shimmer of the fire-roses. Their petals pulsed faintly, ember veins flickering as if they, too, were listening for something.

I wouldn't attend the company banquet, but I would send someone to publicize all the evidence I had gathered on Frank's infidelity during this time. After making all the arrangements, I arrived at the villa's backyard. I lit a fire there and threw all the photos Frank and I had taken over the years into it—photos we had taken while vacationing at the beach together, photos of us kissing on our wedding day, photos we took to commemorate climbing to the top of a mountain… The photos quickly curled and blackened in the flames. Eventually, they turned to ash and scattered away with the wind. It was just like our marriage, which once seemed unbreakable but was now nothing but lies and betrayal.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

"However, it doesn't state that this method is merely a bargain. Sacrificing your soul doesn't mean committing suicide; it simply means exchanging your pearl for the so-called peace. But then again, to what extent should we trust the words of evil?" Qilong snapped his fingers, and a few seconds later, a wildflower surfaced, levitating in the air. It had three pink petals and a white, furry stem. Miracle plucked it and subconsciously brought it close to her nose. The smell was too sharp. Her hand flinched, dropping the flower to the ground before she had time to think. The next moment, it burned into a blackish cinder, igniting a line of fiery flames.

A book containing information about flowers and plants. Red Roses could mean love and passion. But fifty roses is a different meaning. A love that has no bounds. Her fantastical world erupted and everything suddenly burned down to ashes. What is going on? The visions were becoming too much of a reality when Iris can feel the heat of the fire. The banner and roses were burning and an evil laugh echoed throughout the air. This time it was a much clearer voice, it was a female's laughter. "The past is the only way...go and find it."

He cried out, a muffled whimper of pain, stumbling back as the fire licked up his wrist. He dropped the flower instantly. The flames vanished the second it hit the ground again, folding back into the bloom as if it never existed. The flower pulsed once more. Calm silent almost smug. Clutching his scorched hand, the cloaked figure hissed under his breath and fled, vaulting back through the windows into the shadows. Inside the bag, the celestial flower undisturbed. It’s glow fading to a soft pulse, like a heartbeat waiting for the one it belonged to.