Corpse Flower Bloom Cycle Novels & Stories

And then, Nara bounced off with one hit. His body collided with a tree fell with a very sick body condition. He winced, trying to get up slowly. But unfortunately, when he was about to wake up, the creature had arrived right in front of Nara. And elsewhere, Ardina ran away from Nara and chased the monstrous Being. He kept running without knowing where his feet were running. Soon he stopped. This time he was surrounded by beautiful flowers that grew very large, ten times bigger than Ardina's height. "What place is this?" asked Ardina in her heart. She stood while twirling in her place. "And these? flowers--?" Ardina did not continue her speech. She realized what he saw were terrible flowers t

Blake explained. “So, that’s why my skin is so smooth, and my hair is shiny?” Koran exclaimed. “Your life cycle has also increased to three to four hundred years with a solidified core. When you reach the golden core, you will go through a Heavenly Tribulation, and your life cycle will increase to five to eight hundred years.” Blake said. “Blake, has she accepted the rebirth?” Feng Ling asked from a distance. “Not yet,” Blake called out. “Give me some time. It’s like you want this to take place here and now. How long has Feng Huo been missing? Give Koran some time to think it over.”

Camryn had forgotten the colors of flowers after living in the dark for ten years. Ever since she regained her sight, she found the flowers in her shop extremely beautiful. Now that she saw the purple orchids, she thought they were gorgeous too. The purple orchids usually bloomed from November to April. “What’s wrong, Trenton?” Camryn asked while touching a flower, “Don’t you have classes?” “It’s the weekend, Cam.” “Oh, I forgot. I’m not even working today, yet I still asked you that.” Camryn laughed. “Aren’t you outside? Hang out with your friends since it’s the weekend.”

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

Said a deep voice. Cory turned around to find Papa Bois approaching them slowly. She was behind Hayden on Blaython’s back. Titan stood nearby with Sprout on his shoulder. There were only five of them now. She got off the tiger’s back and walked up to Papa Bois. She removed the crumpled wilting flowers from her satchel. Her cheeks reddened as Papa Bois studied their mangled state. He took them from her and cast them on the ground. Cory stiffened, fearing he would disqualify her somehow but he waved his hand over the flowers and they promptly burst into sparkling spores that scattered for miles and miles. Cory gasped. “Night widows are lovely flowers, are they not,” said Papa Bois. “They will

Anything more than that would lead Karina into a dream world with no way back. "The Brahma Kemala tea... I think I've heard of that before," Viggo muttered, trying to remember the tea that felt familiar. Poldo wiped his tears and looked at Viggo, "It's a flower that only blooms every 40 days and lasts for 15 minutes in the middle of the night during a full moon," Poldo replied. Viggo nodded his head, finally remembering the flower. Viggo had heard of it because it was a beautiful flower. But Viggo didn't know that the flower could alleviate the weakness in a human body carrying a werewolf's child.

Clover's flowers were exceptionally bright and full, possibly as a result of Adery's better care. Thomas walked over and asked, "These flowers, what's so special about them?" Adery stood up and summarized. "These flowers are a very unique species, according to the research I just completed. They have the ability to metabolize at a high rate and efficiency in a short period of time, as if they are machines that never tire and keep going. "As a result, the host's body nutrients are being consumed at all times, and the weaker these hosts become as time goes.” She looked at Clover with great sympathy and continued, "According to the current level of consumption, Clover will undoubtedly die in le

I said, trying to sound casual. The corners of his lips lifted, just a small movement, but enough to soften his entire expression. I think the atmosphere is getting better. “Did you like the flower?” he asked. “The flower?” I repeated, then the image of it. “Yes… was that an orchid?” “Yes,” he replied. “A rare one. They say it takes a long time before it finally blooms, but once it does, it stays that way for a long time. It doesn’t wilt easily and can survive both the summer heat and the winter cold.” He paused, his eyes lingering on mine.

It required rare, unusual ingredients—a considerable part from the poisonous plants in my garden—and had to be brewed continuously under an undying flame for exactly 1,300 days, with new components added every 100 days. And today was the final day. The 1,300th. As for how I acquired the ingredients despite not taking a step out of here… That was the easiest part. I turned my right palm upward, pressed my left thumb and middle fingers together, closed my eyes, and murmured a search-and-summon incantation—a spell meant for locating and pulling ownerless objects within a restricted range. A heartbeat later, it appeared in my palm. Lava Bloom. A crimson flower that grew only in volcanic crevices

“I believe it is called the dancing flower.” “And you're sure of this?” He shook his head. “Because the dancing flower curse keeps its victim for two weeks at least before they die. This curse shows symptoms of dancing flower but they kill children alone and with in a day. I have never seen this before.” I felt a chill run down my spine but I tucked my emotions away at the back with a smile. “I'm sure there is a solution somewhere. I'll start looking.” The books the spiritually leader handed me were twice my palms and thrice in width. I flipped their pages one by one, reading each like with slow precision to make sure I didn't skip a name.