Cherry Blossoms Riverdale Novels & Stories

He saw the fear ignite in his dark eyes as he trembled in a little nervousness. Just then, they so happened to pass the ‘Welcome to Riverdale’ billboard after several hours on the road. There was a lone highway which Stevens pulled unto and it led it down a path between large acres of forest. Half the land in Riverdale were vegetation, he noticed. It was a bleak midwinter’s night and the full moon was out, illuminating the roads as well as the faint headlight of his silver Lexus. “We’re almost there” The sheriff nudged Leonardo’s arms, drifting him out of his thoughts and he looked back to the roads.

The brown in her eyes slowly evaporated leaving only the whites and from the corner of her eyes, thick scarlet liquid began to drip. "Cry me a river." The girl cackled in a voice that could not possibly be hers. "The sins of the blood have found you child of the Cherry Blossoms. Contentment will delude you. The love of those that adore you will trickle down and in the end with your own hands, you'll be your ruin."

With her bouquet cut, and her garden patch all neat and tidy, the female Beta now started the tremendously annoying journey of exiting the gardens. The gardens were winding, and the setting was almost maze-like, so you can imagine Kendra’s fear and alarm when she rounded a corner and bumped right into none other than the one and only… Tyrone Riverdale. Her claws shot out, and her eyes quickly turned cerulean as she launched herself, fully ready to attack. “Hey! Easy, easy. It’s just me,” He said, his arms raised in surrender. And warning.

He usually left a card, with a note on it telling me to have a nice day, enjoy to the fullest, he'll miss me through out the day bla bla bla. It was our third day in Naples and I think I'd felt it all, the fun, the rush, new experiences, heck I even knew how to swim like a pro. Perks of having Cherry Blossom Banley as your best friend. Yes, Cherry's middle name is Blossom, even I didn't wrap my head around it the first time I saw it on her school transcripts.

Directly behind me and shading the bench I perched against stood a towering Yoshino cherry blossom tree, its branches shading the chrysanthemums, orchids, and lilies scattered throughout the area. A cool breeze blew through the air and I smiled. I loved the time of transition. Spring was cool and all, but my magic was all summer and I felt the heat of Sumar roiling through my veins, thrashing against my control to keep it contained until the right time. It wasn’t time now. Not yet. Soon though. Soon, I’d be able to let Sumar out and I couldn’t wait. An approaching energy, so similar, yet nearly unbearably different from mine reminded me of my slip up. We. Soon we’d be able to give Sumar free

**Celeste (smiling tired):** “New peace to protect.” Outside, cherry blossoms fall. The alliance forms. The vigil begins. Earth stands ready. United. **Interlude – Storm Legacy** **Late Summer 2032 – Storm Academy, Dean’s Office Overlook** I stand at the wide window of the dean’s office—the highest tower, glass walls open to the sky. Below, the campus spreads like a living thing. Cherry trees in full bloom despite the season—Seras’s doing, sunrise power woven gentle into the soil.

He then took a deep breath, composed himself, and walked towards the banquet hall. The whole venue had been filled with all kinds of flowers. James walked through the flower corridor and towards the stage. All the guests were congratulating him. James saw the happy smiles on his parents' faces and the door that was slowly being opened as the piano played in the background. Jessica, who was wearing a white wedding dress, walked towards him with her arms wrapped around her father's. James knew that he should be greeting his bride with a smile on his face, but he somehow couldn't smile at all. All he could think of was Laura.

The private chapel was tucked away on the grounds of a sprawling, centuries-old estate in the Cotswolds, hidden completely from the prying eyes of the world. It was a crisp, perfect autumn afternoon, the ancient stonework of the building draped in vibrant ivy that had turned a brilliant, fiery red. Inside, the air was thick with the sweet, heady scent of white lilies and the warm, golden glow of hundreds of flickering candles.

After getting married, how could he care about them? Grace adjusted her mindset and quickly caught up with Truman's pace. Because of her Truman's message, she felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart. ... Hot Spring Resort! Located in a valley in the eastern suburbs, it was close to the city, had convenient transportation, and a beautiful environment. Cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and crabapple branches were lush and verdant. The cement road into the resort was lined with cherry trees, birds sang, flowers smelled fragrant, and the air was excellent.

My maid asked. She had been with me all day long. “Do you wanna take a stroll?” I asked her, and got out from the bed. We headed towards the Blackburn pack garden, a place where only Alpha Harold goes to from time to time. I recall him giving me his badge Incase I needed it as he had forbidden anyone from going there after the incident. There's this cherry blossom tree that grew there every summer. Unlike other trees, this tree has three stages. Pink when it's coming out new, blue when it has Bossomed and brown when it's dying.