Bury Flowers Novels & Stories

"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.

As promised to Emily, that morning Murat took his beloved woman to buy a beautiful bouquet to scatter at her late mother's grave. Pink gerberas, white roses, and purple orchids were arranged into a beautiful bouquet as per Emily’s request. After paying for the fresh flowers she had purchased, Emily got back into the CRV with Murat. The young woman held the fresh bouquet throughout the journey to Rosehill Cemetery. "Do you make this visit every month, Emily?" Murat asked curiously, as this was the first time he had accompanied her.

An ancestor of Akyran’s had a penchant for roses, and the gardens overflowed with them, their perfume rich in the air. We crossed through the gardens, our cloaks caught by the thorns, towards the side entrance. Akyran paused and plucked a night-blooming white Fae-rose, a bloom rare and highly sought after for its perfume and as spell components and protected in this garden by the king. Only Akyran would dare to pluck one of these blooms so casually. He pinched off the thorns and handed it to me. “Part payment,” he said with a grin.

“Don’t I know it.” I wave him in. He steps inside, eyes locked on me like I’m prey—and then he pulls two flowers from behind his back. They’re stunning—massive blooms with layers of petals around light green pistils. One is snowy white with rose-red edges, like it’s been hand-painted. The other is a deep, almost-black purple, like twilight just before night. “They’re beautiful,” I breathe, carefully taking them with both hands.

He heard her gasp with emotion when the moment she’d been waiting for months was finally there. “The night-blooming flowers are always beautiful, but I think this one glows even more, doesn’t it?” It was strange, because just like Ayla, he knew this flower was a bit different from others, and the care she showed for it (the reasons behind that care) should bother him more. There was a time when it bothered, of course, but over the years he came to accept this was just a different type of affection, one born of gratitude and maybe an understanding that started after she filled in the position as head of the Chevalier house.

I asked her and she gave me a sorrowful nod before placing the tiara on my head. “Oh!” my mother exclaims, then leaves the room. What she comes back with puts a smile on my face; a beautiful Biedermeier bridal bouquet made up of red roses and pink Peruvian lilies. What amazed me the most was the fact that the centre flower was a sunflower - did Dante know they were my favourite?

His infuriating chuckle filled the room. I climbed out of bed surprised that the dizziness had lessened and reached for the flowers. They were not the type my father would send; his were a large bouquet of yellow roses he'd brought me at the other hospital. These were a mix of several types of flowers. I decided to read the card before I threw the vase at Brack. Lilies reflect the soul of the departed and restore innocence after death. You will need thousands of lilies for there to be hope. It took a moment to register. Daisies- carnations- and lilies. I didn't throw them at Brack. I hurled them in the opposite direction with a cry of horror.

“You’re not welcome here!” “Don’t be in such a hurry to chase us out,” said Alice softly before reaching into her handbag and pulling out a single white chrysanthemum flower. Hitomi’s eyes widened slightly at this, and Yuri knew enough of flower arrangements and flower language to know that white chrysanthemums are usually flower offerings made to the dead. “You’re indeed growing into a beauty just like your mother.” Alice reached out with a thin hand decorated with rings and bracelets, the white chrysanthemum flower in her hand, towards Yuri. Hitomi slapped Alice’s hand away immediately, and the flower fell to the ground, before pulling Yuri away from Alice and pushing Yuri behind herself.

Finally, she stopped and selected a few for him. "I suggest white roses to symbolize sincerity or perhaps lilies for beauty and purity. If you want something more cheerful, yellow tulips or a pastel mix would be lovely." Ben imagined Caroline’s reaction to the bouquet. He was sure she’d love it. "All right, wrap it nicely," Ben instructed. After paying, he placed the bouquet carefully in his car. Just as he was about to leave, his phone buzzed with a message. [Sir, there’s a serious issue.]

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.