Chaotic Blossom Novels & Stories

'Screw it, it's just sugar right. She grabbed the bag and downed it all in one go. Some fell down her chin and unto her laptop and the powder shimmered once more. Trix swallowed the powder and blinked as her head began to spin. She suddenly lost consciousness and her slammed into the keyboard, writing a series of incoherent words. The bushes outside her window trembled and a pair of feline eyes peered through. *DO DRUGS AND NO UNDERAGE DRINKING. APOLOGIES TO ANY OFFENCE CAUSED WITH THE READING OF THIS CHAPTER.* COMMENT, VOTE AND SHARE ♥️♥️♥️

“Five nights is too long. Chloe doesn’t have five nights.” Diana paused, eyes flashing with both determination and fear. “I know. Valerius told us to do what we could—so that’s exactly what we’re going to do. There has to be a way to force the bloom.” They stepped into a clearing, and there—half-hidden among jagged stones—was the plant. Its slender stem curled upward like a secret, its petals closed tight in sleep, glowing faintly with a silver-blue sheen as though moonlight clung to it even in the dark.

The fragments of Harper surged forward, and the whispering returned — louder, more commanding, uncontrollable. “You thought you could survive without me?” Harper purred from inside Lila. “Think again. I am eternal. I am chaos. And now… the real game begins.”

Julian’s eyes wandered to a clothing store next door that was opening the same day. [First Bloom] Julian looked at the sign twice. When he looked inside the window, he froze. A slender, graceful figure stood behind the counter. He stared in shock. Someone behind him nudged him impatiently. He snapped out of it and ran forward.

His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, physically restraining himself from touching me. "I have run the Apex Bloom for seven years, Lolita," Franco began. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that sent a familiar, heavy heat curling through my stomach. "It was designed with a singular, unbreakable architecture. A crucible. You throw the elite into the dark, and you let the pressure crush them until only one diamond remains. Every single iteration before this ended the same way: one victor, and a trail of liquidated corpses." He took a step closer. The space between us evaporated. The scent of sandalwood and something distinctly, electrically masculine wrapped around me.

I sat on the edge of my bed, my gaze drifting across the room, landing on the small crystal vase on my nightstand. Inside sat the Midnight Rose I had found that morning. Its petals were a deep, velvety black that seemed to absorb the candlelight rather than reflect it. I knew from my research that the Midnight Rose was a forbidden bloom for Year One students — a Tier-4 botanical anomaly that fed on the emotional residue of its owner. Freshmen weren't allowed near them because their magic was too unstable to handle the flower's "hunger." I reached out, my fingers brushing the cool, soft edge of a petal. It felt like silk — the very thing I couldn't create.

“I promise they will not harm you. Our flowers do not contain the same pollen your earth flowers do.” She was tempted. After an internal debate, she leaned forward and touched the petals with the tips of her fingers. “This is unreal. They’re so soft.” “We have a bed of pillis,” Razzy said. “Come. I’ll show you.” She turned to follow the girl and frowned. “I don’t know what ‘pillis’ are.” Razzy stopped suddenly and lifted a hand to point in front of her. “That’s them.” Becca’s jaw dropped. Tiny flowers with petals in every color ever created covered a large section of the garden, making them look like they were a kaleidoscopic wave.

As the first hint of light began to touch the eastern horizon, something happened that hadn't happened in ten million years. The *Luna-Bloom*—a rare flower we had brought from the mainland mountains in the early days, a flower that was supposed to bloom only once every millennium—began to open along the railings of the Observatory. One by one, the pale, translucent petals unfurled, releasing a scent that was like rain on dry earth and fresh honey. "Look," I whispered, pointing to the flowers. Leo watched them with a quiet awe. "They’re all blooming at once."

A reminder that it had been already three years since she moved into the manor, since she became Ayla Chevalier. Usually, a night-blooming cereus that had been carefully groomed would need another year or two before giving its first flower, that was what Lyra said. However, this plant was special, Ayla had always felt a strong spiritual energy emanating from it. And that night, apparently, it’d bloom for the first time. It was extremely important for her to be back before sunset. *** She met her friend halfway to the city walls. “You look exhausted.” Estée pointed out. “Ironic, since you rarely go out for missions.”

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”