Daffodil Book Novels & Stories

Not any normal farms but one with a variety of flowers. "Hey, daffodils! I like them." She jumped, pointing at a piece of land that has the flowers of daffodils ranging from orange colour to dark pink. It was the loveliest day so far. "You like daffodils?" Alex asked, taking a spot beside her. Grinning amusingly, "Yes. Since childhood. Dad would get me daffodils every day in the morning before going to school." She answered.

“You like daffodils? I always try to have a vase of them on my desk. They’re my favorite.” I nod slowly. “I do,” I manage around the knot that’s beginning to grow in my throat. Seeing daffodils like this, sitting in the beam of sunlight streaming in through the window… It makes hot tears begin to prick at the backs of my eyes. “They’re my favorite, too, actually,” I manage. Damon looks at me for a moment—his eyebrows seem to soften—and then, without hesitation, he plucks one of the delicate little flowers out of the vase and holds it out to me. “Here,” he says gently. “Take one.”

Matthew handed Victor a bouquet of Daffodils, which Victor, in turn, handed to me. “For you.” He told me. His message was loud and clear. Daffodils symbolize rebirth and starting anew. It has played a significant role in our lives up to this day. I thanked him and blushed. “Sorry. I cannot do it for you as I am still indisposed. But when I am okay, I will do it personally.” I nodded. I knew that this time he would keep his word. I volunteered to settle Victor’s account, but he won’t let me.

She had wanted to use her original name, but after some thought, she wrote “Daffodil.” Daffodils symbolized rebirth, and that was what Bertha had gone through. All of her love for the man in her past had gone with the wind. From that moment on, she had a long road ahead of her, and she was going to make it exciting.

She smiled and replied, “These are daffodils.” “Daffodils?” Daisie scratched her head. “But they look different from the ones in school.” Naomi gave a light chuckle. “Because these are wild daffodils.” She was surprised when Daisie started plucking them. “Daisie, be careful. It might be slippery—” Right after she said that, she slipped and fell to the ground. Daisie got one of the flowers and turned to look at her. “Are you alright, Aunt Naomi?”

“This isn’t a ritual book…this is a record book.” “Record?” Emma frowned. “Like financial records? Daphne, if this is a spending book for the Shrine, we really shouldn’t be snooping around! Those are private!” All Daphne did in return, was place the book on the floor, right in the centre so all of us could read it…and the first paper had my heart literally leaping out of my chest. Flora Argentine. It was written in bold letters. “It’s a record…of the Shrine Maidens.”

After a moment of awkward silence, I made a move to leave. "I'm looking for a book. Might you help me find it?" she requested. "Of course," I said, smiling. "What type of book are you looking for?" I asked, glancing at a shelf. "A book about flowers," she responded as she turned around, going through some shelves. Trailing after her, I spoke, "You won't find it there." With that, I went around the shelves until I came across a specific one. Picking out a book, I went back and handed it to her. "The first pages says a lot about daffodils," I mentioned.

“Reading the book can wait, Lex. I am eager to learn how to fight, physically. Teach me.” “If you say so, then come with me. But, first, you have to change into a comfortable outfit.” Daffodil smiled warmly and nodded with excitement. She walked inside her walk-in closet and when she came out, she was already wearing black leggings and a light blue tank top, paired with black sports shoes. “I am ready,” she announced as she set her foot out of the walk-in closet.

Abel looked rather dubious but the Professor hurried after Daryl as she led them away from the Library. Daffodil wheezed. Her wings were strong enough to fly all the over to the trees and back with how much flying she’d done back at the forest but her legs were not as strong. She steadied herself against the desk as she breathed hard. She smiled thinking of her sweet friends. She couldn’t wait to tell Daryl all about the wolf. They would probably take the creature home. Daffodil was excited. He was so strong and elegant. Glancing around, she realized that no one had entered the library save the boy from before.

The sorting happened young, around the first shift, when the body declared itself and the Circle elders came to look and wrote down what they saw. I had been twelve when they came to look at me. I remembered the elder's face when the reading was done. Not surprise exactly. Something more like recognition, the expression of someone confirming a thing they had already suspected. She had written Silver Dawn in her ledger without ceremony and looked at my mother and my mother had nodded once, the way she nodded when something was settled, and that had been that. What Silver Dawn could do was this: become unremarkable.