Crimson Rain Sought Flower Novels & Stories

Reta went to the door and stood in front of it. I stood at a corner watching Crystal from a distance as she carefully prepared the poison. She brought a small bowl, and poured in freshwater. She brought a purple liquid in a small bottle from her pocket. She gently poured half of it into the bowl. The color of the water instantly changed to purple, exuding purple smoke from it. “Steph!” Crystal called me out in her stern voice. “Yes?” I walked closer to her. “I need you to fetch me an orange hibiscus flower.”

"Do you know its name?" Avery asked as they started planting the flowers together. Crystal shook her head as if she didn't know. "It's freesias, and it's my favorite flower. Even though it was never my favorite until... until Ramos risked his life to get this flower for me from a narrow cliff." Avery said with love-filled eyes but her words froze Crystal in surprise.

It was the peace I had prayed for every night while trapped in the estate. ​But as the sun began to dip behind the peaks, painting the sky in bruises of purple and gold, something happened. ​We were standing by the creek, the water bubbling over smooth stones. I reached down to pick a lone white lily growing near the bank. As my fingers brushed the petal, a drop of bright, crimson blood bloomed in the center of the flower. It spread rapidly, staining the white silk of the petal until it looked like a wound. ​I recoiled, my heart skipping a beat. "Maeve, look."

Born of three bloods, raised in disguise, The forgotten one will rise. Four princes will hunt, four hearts will claim, But only one will speak her true name. In the academy where lambs are led, The hunter shall become the hunted instead.* My hands trembled as I pushed the journal away. "This is crazy." "This is your destiny," Nana corrected. "And now that you've been selected for Crimson Moon Academy, it's begun." "I won't go," I said firmly. "I'll refuse. I'll run away."

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

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 brand glows red in the fire, waiting. Tears already burning my eyes. He walks around the bed slow. His eyes never leave me. “Tonight you stop being Volkov,” he says. His voice is calm and cruel. “Tonight you wear my name on your skin forever. Inside your thigh. Where only I will see. Where only I will touch.” I shake my head hard. “No. Please. No.” My voice cracks. As my tears fall hot. He pulls the iron from the fire. The wolf crest glows bright red. He kneels between my open legs. The heat reaches my skin before the metal does. He brings it close, I smell hot iron so I scream before it touches.

She sent Ethan an article about the Higashiyama district in October, which Ethan forwarded to Valentina with one word: obvious. Valentina books Japan in March. Not the birthday — Rosa's birthday is the twentieth and Japan is in May, when the late spring light is doing what May light does in Kyoto, and the Higashiyama district is at the particular quality it has between the cherry blossoms and the summer heat. Two weeks. Valentina, Ethan, Clara, Rosa, Pep. Five people in a country that Pep knows and Valentina has been to, and Rosa has been circling for a year.