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.”

Brandon said, "please, come in." "Thank you very much.” And without further ado, she managed to enter the house. All she found in her path were just flowers, flowers and more flowers. Those flowers that filled that room with a beautiful aroma. For a moment, Crystal couldn't believe what she was seeing, red and white was the color that reigned there, and the more she walked, the faster Crystal's heart was beating.

"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.

"I am Silas of the Crimson-Thorn. Our pack has watched the smoke rise from your mountains. We have seen the old world’s machines bow to your blood. Our Alpha sends a tribute to the Mother of the Flame." Silas steps forward, lifting the black-vine basket. Inside rests a massive, blooming bouquet of blood-roses. They are a rare, dark crimson flower that only grows in the deep jungle hollows, but they haven't been preserved in fresh water. The petals are coated in a thick, shimmering resin that radiates a powerful, suffocating musk—an ancient tracking scent explicitly designed to carry the genetic signature of a foreign Alpha. The moment that scent—the heavy, aggressive signature of an unbroken

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.

Jamien queried, clearly perplexed by my remark. Ignoring the question, I quickly excused myself and made my way to the bedroom, grab all the Citrine stones. Curiosity gnawed at me as I reached for these crystal stones, Armed with these stones, I returned to the others, a triumphant smile playing on my lips. "It seems we were blessed with the enchanting presence of a Flower Moon tonight." Jamien's eyes widened, curiosity replacing confusion. "So, it's a special moon tied to the blossoming of flowers?"

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?