Crimson Rain Sought Flower Novels & Stories

There is no anxiety about what I am doing when it comes to Owen. The organ music starts, filling the church with a beautiful melody. I hold my bouquet of plumeria to my nose and inhale the delicate flowers once more. These flowers are Owen's and mine. They represent our love. Beautiful and sweet. I smile, and step through the ornate wooden doors.

“Do you think that she’s unworthy of the Crystal Lotus?” The Crystal Lotus was a rare flower that could only be bloomed by a pure person who wasn’t swayed by the desires of flesh while still indulging in pleasure. London was the perfect host for it because even if the streamer did not know it, she was an asexual lady who did not naturally get turned on. 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.

The persistent rainfall had cleared by mid-afternoon, leaving behind a cold, reflective dampness across the city's private airfields. Inside the primary study at The Deep, Victoria stood before a sleek mahogany display case, fastening a pair of tear-drop diamond earrings. She wore an off-the-shoulder gown of deep midnight-blue velvet with a dramatic side slit, her dark hair pinned up into an intricate braided crown. The jewel tones of the velvet contrasted sharply with her pale skin, giving her the dangerous, mesmerizing appearance of a dark monarch.

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

He dismissed the thought coldly, refusing to linger. Lirvana followed her with quiet suspicion. She waited until Serena left, then mimicked her every move, plucking her own mushrooms with calculated ease. The crowd hissed their disapproval. Copying lacked glory, but it was only the first taste of the game. Above, the list blazed again. Crimsonroot Spice. Serena’s mind raced. “Roots grow in soil. Crimson means deep and rich red. Look for a blood-red tree.” She searched the Earth Isle eagerly, only to see Lirvana already harvesting from a crimson-streaked trunk.

Magic. The crimson fluid in the bottle began to move, making its way out of the bottle, while Krys' hands danced skillfully in the air, as her chanting grew fiercer and sharper, holding much intensity and vigor. The crimson fluid in the air began to grow a bright shade of red as my sister kept on chanting. In an instant, the red light engulfed the crimson fluid and burned brighter. In an instant, it exploded in the air, turning into tiny specks of red dust.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

The wall of the cave made a sound like that of a cracking mirror. Crash! Kiran projected his inner force on the cave wall. Rumble! With the sound of broken glass, the cave wall crumbled. Whoo! The fragrance in the wind was more intense now. Squeak! The bats began flying around like crazy, screaming in fear. Kiran looked up and saw bright red flowers inside. They were blindingly red, beautiful, and enchanting. The red flowers shocked Kiran. The words ‘Devil’s Flower’ came to mind.

On the contrary, she happily waved at him. Flaming Qilin flickered his eyes at Scarlet Siren and the others only to see that she and the others were standing there with Chu Xun. "Scarlet Siren, how could you help human beings?" "Flaming Qilin, now that the Soul-Curing Flower has bloomed, our promise had been fulfilled," said Scarlet Siren. "Indeed, you've kept your promise since the Soul-Curing Flower blossomed. However, the Soul-Curing Flower isn't something these ants can covet," Flaming Qilin remarked.

The clouds began to cover up the sun ad darken everywhere and by the looks of things, it was going to rain. “Where did this suddenly come from?” Garin asked himself but he didn’t let the sudden change of weather stop or deter him from getting that flower; if anything, it encouraged him because it was looking like his perfect evening with Hannah would not happen as he had planned so he would need something special to salvage their night. Garin finally made it to Koki River and the rain hadn’t let down a drop yet. He went to the edge of the river and grabbed a handful of the rare flower and smiled happily as he imagined the look on Hannah’s face when he would give them to her.