Chess Flowering Heart Novels & Stories

"What is that one called?" He smiled, plucked one of the flowers and put it behind my ear. The aroma was deep and luscious. "It's a frevara au regalia." He leaned in and sniffed the flower he placed in my hair. "One of our gardeners created it for the Queen. In our language, frevara au regalia literally translates to the Queen of Hearts. "I like that." I turned so our faces were inches apart. His scent was everywhere. His eyes flickered to my lips. "I've never seen anything so beautiful."

Its petals were soft, translucent, and they pulsed with a rhythm that matched Clara’s heartbeat. “What is it?” Clara asked. Morwen knelt and touched the flower. “It is the watcher’s heart. Not the attention—the heart. The part of the watcher that learned to love.” Clara knelt beside her. “It’s beautiful.” “It’s you,” Morwen said. “It’s all of you. Clara, Seren, Aldric, the Archivist, the witnesses, the ones who stayed. The watcher’s heart is made of staying.” Clara’s tears fell onto the white petals. The flower pulsed, and the watcher’s attention wrapped around them, soft and warm.

But it wasn't his presence that made my breath catch completely. In his large, calloused hand, he was holding a single, beautiful flower. Its petals were a deep, vibrant crimson, glowing vividly against the gray stone of the palace. It was a frost-bloom, a rare and delicate flower that only grew on the highest, most dangerous peaks along the northern boundary line. Cassian stepped away from the wall, his dark eyes locking onto mine as he closed the distance between us. He held the crimson flower out to me, a small, uncharacteristic softness touching his lips.

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

Xayne looked outside resting her head against the window and the vehicle drove past a land of flowers. "Stop!". She said and he hit the brake like he's been waiting for her to say it the entire time. Xayne pushed open the door and got down. "You like the view?". Shane asked. "I don't like it". She replied walking into the land. "Why is that so? It's beautiful". "I don't like it, I love it". She said plucking one of the bleeding heart flower. "Lamprocapnos spectabilis". Xayne whispered. "Is that a spell to turn me into one of this?". He asked and she let out a soft smile.

As Cheney was saying so, the employees of the auction hall came in with the Vitalis and Iron Blossom, and believing that ignorance is bliss, they hurriedly put the items down and immediately exited the room with their heads down. Seeing the Vitalis that she was now very familiar with, Hesper’s eyes squinted as she gave off a smile, she then shifted her gaze onto the withered flowers laying right beside the Vitalis plant. What Cheney said was right, the flower sitting right in front of Hesper’s eyes was so dry that she could not even predict its original appearance, even if Hesper wanted to take a closer look at it, she could not even tell what the clump dark brown matter in front of her was.

I grinned at him " You know me so well." "Just tell me why you're here so I can help you out, I need to get back to work.". He said "You're so impatient." I said, chuckling loudly. A small patch of flowers at the rear end of the greenhouse caught my attention and I moved to get a closer look. It was a rich dark maroon and had velvety rounded petals and dark brown centers. "That's the Chocolate cosmos. It's quite rare and has a chocolaty- Vanilla fragrance. It'll be perfect for a gift. " Cam's voice rang out from behind me, I didn't realize he had followed me.

He held the power to bring a smile to my face when I was going through unbearable pain. It glowed lighter. revealing a pair of eyes, it was also a part of a burning fire. My lower lip trembles from all the emotions consuming me, he was here he was holding me. I couldn't speak and just stared at him. A black wing sparking with an amber glow rested on my forehead and a bright red flower landed on my chest, cracking sparkles around it. I had read about it in the Herbology book. FlammaFlos! It's a powerful plant and the Queen of Faerie guards them. I saw Cassandra but her sight wasn't clear. It's given for a new life.

It seemed like glowing. Giselle took the book and touched the picture while Bella was excited to tell her everything that she found about the heart flower. "T h i s... f l o w e r... c a n... n o t... l i v e... i f... i t... i s... p l u c k." "Hm." Giselle remembered their discussion earlier in the firest with Nia and Skyrim. Two marry two souls, it was necessary to have this flower and only a night Jasmine can pluck it.

Judging from its appearance it was given the name of Victoria's Pulsing Heart As per the sparking flower at the side, it must be the Starry Daffodil base from the name itself. The other one should be the Seven-Petaled Jasmine, while the plant beside it should be the Prickly Nettle. The Prickly Nettle has pretty, heart-shaped leaves but its stem is covered with tiny, stiff hairs that were said to release Prickly chemicals when touched. On the corner, there is a container with a wiggling creature inside it. There is only one ingredient that matches it, and that is the Elfian Worms. There is also a small gourd place next to it. That should contain the Purifying Water which is specifically fetch