Corpse Flower Bloom Cycle Novels & Stories

It was a beautiful sight to behold, one I couldn't help but grin at. "This is beautiful," I admitted softly, looking around at all the numerous tiny flowers glowing all around us. "It is," came Alpha Evan's even softer reply and I looked at him, only to find him already looking at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, squirming a little under his intense gaze. "What are all these flowers? I've never seen flowers that could glow like that." "They're called nocte caeruleo. Literally translating to blue night. These are a special type of flowers that glow bright blue when they bloom at the stroke of midnight every fourteen years before they go back to sleeping," Alpha Evan explained, finally looking at

Lucas watched with a blank expression before issuing another order, "Toss her into the pool." Freya shook her head desperately and tried to beg for mercy, but no words would come out of her mouth when she tried to speak. She watched in despair as they grabbed her and tossed her into the pool. What happened at the ceremony spread like wildfire on the internet. "The president of Cadell Corporation killed his daughter for a bastard, and his childhood sweetheart left him!" "Is he the father of the boy or the Devil Incarnate?" "The president of Cadell Corporation is a soulless, sick, and twisted man!"

The moon caught her locks and made a soft glow about her head, like a halo. "The flower, darling. Do you remember the flower I used to speak of? Back when you were truly this age?" I shook my head. Her soft smile brightened her face and I returned the gesture. "It's just up this mountainside," she told me. "The flower blooms only once every century, its petals opening up to receive the moonlight for only a few seconds. But when it blooms, the power it holds is enough to break even the deepest nightmare." She smiled at me again as we walked up a steep incline to the top of a mountain.

Lennon looked at Frederick in shock. He once read about the Imperishable Flower in an ancient book. As the name implied, it was a flower that would never decay. According to the records, the Imperishable Flower took a thousand years to grow. It remained in bloom for a thousand years before withering for another thousand years. After three thousand years, its life cycle would be complete, and it would start growing again. "I believe so. I conducted a test once by comparing descriptions left by different people in the past. These people neither knew each other nor had any connection. However, they described basically the same thing."

He sits beside me on the warm stone and he gives me one and he wraps both hands around his own and he looks at the tall plant. The flowers. Third day. Still here. "How many hours?" I say. "Until they close?" He considers. "By this evening. They close at the amber hour of the third day — the specific temperature drop triggers it. The flowering is timed to the light, not the calendar." He looks at the flowers. "Tonight." I look at the flowers. At the small white blooms with their yellow centres. At everything that has been going down for years in order to produce three days of this.

I trusted him…! We moved ahead a few more minutes, now we started to see rare flowers that bloom only in years…!! "Woahh…!! It looks so beautiful…!!" I stopped there. "It's a century plant, which blooms in 25 to 30 years… And when I saw it yesterday, I thought of showing it to you as well." "This is the first time I am seeing it. But, as the flowers are high, I couldn't sense its scent…" "Do you want to take a whiff of it?? I can help…" he said moving towards the plant.

Chase stared at the pure flower in front of him, and a look of delight appeared in his eyes. “I’ve finally found the Sky Spirit Flower.” The Sky Spirit Flower could only survive in cold surroundings with spiritual energy. It was no wonder that it grew below the ancient spring. It was good timing for Chase. The flower bloomed every ten years, and it would last only three days. It would wither after three days, and even its roots would die. There was no way of transplanting it or trying to propagate it to farm it. That was why it could barely be found on the market.

However, her body was very good at receiving pleasure after the nourishment from the tentacle milk, making her the perfect breeding ground for this special flower. Many clients would kill for a Crystal Lotus. However, there were few in the market, thanks to its rarity. The incubation period of the Crystal Lotus is a week, but within that time, the host must not think of any lewd thoughts. They should not have to desire to have sex with another being but must also partake in pleasure for the mystical flower to mature.

Something worse lurked there — inner demons. Most people only knew that Widow's Blooms were rare and grew under extreme conditions. What they didn’t know was that these flowers bloomed among the dead. They grew best from the bones of corpses — in mass graves. A flower of the dead. Widow's Blooms had vivid, radiant colors. A single one was worth a fortune.

Their lips curled back and they snarled. A mighty growl ripped out of Calix's beast when their flower's eyes closed completely, her body going limp. That's when all hell broke loose. That's when he broke loose.