Crimson Rain Sought Flower Novels & Stories

Their petals were deep violet, almost black, blooming despite the chill. “What are these?” “Belladonna.” She raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that poisonous?” Rhys smiled without looking at her. “Only if you swallow it.” She glanced back toward the mansion, just visible through the fog. “Did someone leave that letter for me?” He stilled. His fingers hovered above the roots. “What letter?” he asked. She hesitated. “In my room. Crimson wax seal. No name. It was… left on my floor. Like someone had just been there.”

Day Five – The Cursed Forest This forest wanted us dead. Every step we took was met with shadows that moved when we didn’t. The mist clung to our skin like it wanted to drag us into the earth. Every breath we took sounded like someone else’s behind us. And now—day five—we finally saw it. The Heartroot Flower. Crimson. Vivid. Blooming in the center of a black lake like a bleeding heart on a throne of silence. A small island held it like it was sacred. Cursed. Waiting.

I stated to everyone. The circle was reformed around my Rain and I stood next to Alpha Trevor. I told him the wait was almost over. He looked at me still unsure of what was happening. I smiled at him and turned back to watch my beautiful mate. The wind picked up around us as rain began to fall lightly from the sky. Lightning flashed overhead as electric currents ran up Rain’s arms. Her electric blue eye and her bright gold eye were both glowing as I watched the crystals detach from the necklace around my mate’s neck. They floated in front of her glowing one bright yellow and the other bright blue.

"That thing doesn't like me. I see it in my dreams." She didn't ask what they meant. They bought nothing. They just stood for a while, then left. By the time dusk hit, the flowers had grown taller. Crimson petals opened toward her whenever she walked near. Not aggressive. More like recognition. She stared at the mirror one last time before closing. The cracks were thicker now, webbing across the surface like veins under skin. Her reflection met her gaze. This time, it whispered — barely audible. "Bloom." She closed her eyes. Felt it in her chest like a drumbeat. Something ancient, crawling, rising through soil, through concrete, through thought.

I hurried after her, the forest opening up a clear path before us as we pressed in. A group of squirrels up in the trees stared at us as we passed, seemingly talking to themselves. I stopped as we arrived at a part of the forest where long vines with colorful, pink, white and purple flowers upon them coiled around the trees. I reached to touch a pink flower and stopped as my eyes caught sight of a doe just a little way off, staring at me. As I looked deep into its eyes, the doe suddenly seemed to change, looking like an apparition with several feelers. I gasped in fear. The flowers I had wanted to touch also changed to tiny old gnarled faces with long knobby nose, making me skip backwards. I

I glanced at the little wall clock, thirty past two and the sun wasn't up and there were so many rain clouds in the sky I was sure it would rain again. We got to the forest—where I had almost killed Dawn—and Jereum started by ripping a part of his inner shirt and wrapping it around my eyes. "Okay, what are we doing?" I asked. "Vampires do not need light to see, I'm sure you should know that." "Yeah I do but—" "Ow!" I yelled in pain, as something hard collided with my head. "Less talking more blocking." "Okay," I said, massaging the part of my skull that had just got assaulted, "just tell me so I'll be read—"

The Blood-Rain was not a metaphor. It was a physical corruption, a heavy, metallic downpour that stained the world a deep, visceral crimson. As the ten thousand newly awakened Hallowed warriors marched out of the Silver Mines, the sky seemed to be hemorrhaging. Each drop that landed on the skin felt like a needle-prick of sorrow, a cold, cloying reminder of the lives Selene had sacrificed to fuel her ascension.

It was different from the other ones. Sparkling, dazzling, shining, so bright and beautiful. You could use any beautiful words to describe the flower. Crystal walked towards it and plucked it , admiring its beauty and wanting to take it with her. Just immediately she plucked the flower. The other flowers turned black. "No no no, I didn't mean to pluck. C'mon shine bright". Crystal yelled , trying to fix the flower back to its root. "What's done is done". A voice said behind her.

I guess keeping the twin rogues alive wasn't a bad decision after all. They could be of help in training her. "Is there anything else you can tell me about the great war?" I asked Cyrus and he bowed before answering. "Yes, Zeta." He answered. "What would that be?" "Just in case you ever came across the witch of the sun, you should be mindful of Rain flowers. She might still want to take revenge for what had happened in the past. If she ever did, her possible choice would be Rain flowers." "What do you mean by that? Rain flowers? What was that?" I asked him. "Rain flowers are the main ingredients wolves had used in preparing the poison for the witches seven hundred years ago."

' Crimson noticed me admiring the flower, "You must really love your flowers, huh? We should visit the greenhouse more often so you can admire the plants more!" I couldn't help pulling an unexcited face at her idea, 'That sounds boring... I would rather sleep in.' I smiled at Crimson to keep her happy, "Sass, like flowwers!" "Great, I'll make sure we visit here often then!" I couldn't help but think, 'You're going to make me regret saying that. I just know it.'