Cutie Mark Crusaders Apple Bloom Novels & Stories

“The gentleman said you would know.” I sign the form and walk back to my friends with my flowers. This time they are beautiful purple dahlias. “Aspen is the sweetest. I can’t wait to find my mate, I hope he is at least as half a romantic as Aspen,” says Olivia. I can’t help but smile as I continue to admire my flowers. The whole school is talking about it but I couldn’t care less. Suddenly, a note appears out of thin air. ‘It was worth sending these to see your beautiful smile. Until next time. Forever your knight in shining armor.’

He held the power to bring a smile to my face when I was going through unbearable pain. It glowed lighter. revealing a pair of eyes, it was also a part of a burning fire. My lower lip trembles from all the emotions consuming me, he was here he was holding me. I couldn't speak and just stared at him. A black wing sparking with an amber glow rested on my forehead and a bright red flower landed on my chest, cracking sparkles around it. I had read about it in the Herbology book. FlammaFlos! It's a powerful plant and the Queen of Faerie guards them. I saw Cassandra but her sight wasn't clear. It's given for a new life.

Even Ace, the beast inside me, stayed silent. He only watched. When I descended to the courtyard the air felt wrong thick, humming with a pulse that wasn’t mine. Then I saw her. Aria stood in the center of the stones, barefoot, her hair caught in the wind. Silver light bled from her hands in small bursts, each one pushing the mist back a heartbeat before it crept forward again. The mark on her chest glowed, half silver, half crimson. It looked like the sky itself had branded her.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

At that moment, Macrocosm Power exuded from the Five Great Paths’ Path Seal. Then, James summoned the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword. James’ aura grew stronger, bolstered by the strength of Macrocosm Power and the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword. “Blossoming.” James cast Blossoming once more, and a Sacred Blossom bloomed in front of him. The Sacred Blossom flew toward the seven bodies with overwhelming Macrocosm Power. The seven Quinn clones immediately acted in unison to resist the incoming attack. The Sacred Blossom was crushed by their overwhelming power.

… By the time I crawled out of bed to eat the so-called 'birthday cake', it was noon the next day. Damien lazily came over, looking completely satisfied. "Ready for that cake?" The cake had already been taken out of its box. It was a beautiful cream cake decorated with white flowers made from frosting. My expression darkened when I realized they were Bradford pear blossoms. I noticed a small card beside the cake. "Bradford pear blossoms may appear fragile and alone, yet their true meaning is one of renewal—of life beginning anew."

You want Rola as your mat—. ‘GODDESS BLAST IT, I WANT YOU AS MY MATE!’ The Alpha smashed a fist in one of the wooden crates and shiny red rubies of fruits spewed like a fountain of candy. ‘YOU! ROSE CINTILAR—YOU’RE MY MATE! I WANT YOU!’ ‘NO, YOU DON’T!’ I screamed, tears pouring down non-stop.

Maybe I am being childish, but I was utterly giddy because, after tonight, we will be fair play… That means he will not hold back anymore, and I will be able to see the real, passionate king under all that restraint. I walked around my room, which now smelled like a divine flower shop. Every bouquet had a little note explaining the kind of flower and its meaning for the elves. There was a Rainfall Rose that meant eternity, a Sunglow Peony that meant happiness, and so many more. In the center of all the flowers was a single MoonPetal Orchild, their symbol of true love.

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.

Vernon had returned, looking exhausted. He was even holding a bouquet of fresh flowers. He walked toward me with no trace of guilt or remorse. "Avril, I brought you your favorite roses." Red roses represented sincere and passionate love. Right now, those flowers looked like a joke in Vernon's hands. I accepted the roses. Thinking that I was no longer angry, Vernon began to explain. "It's Peggy Cahill. She's been diagnosed with bone cancer. All she wants is to marry me.