Dark Bloom Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes in surrender, shocked when she found herself in a large bubble in front of her, Zayn , his father, and everyone else. As if she was sitting in a room and in front of her a surveillance camera! She got close and saw her body quickly approaching Lara and suffocating her violently and quickly " Treat her quickly" Zayn was surprised when he turned around and found his bloody eyes and that terrifying voice in her shape "I won't," Darkle laughed sarcastically. " When you want to be with a weakling like her, be someone who suits you and your strength, like me." He pulled her neck to make her face blue, and she resisted him weakly

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.

Dominica growled, her voice a little low than before vibrated through all of us. Before I knew it, the four of them are already circling around us, easily trapping Prometheus while we were busy staring at each other. My surprise deepened when I saw three of the cloaked figures crumple to the floor, their faces turning a sickly shade of gray. And that was not it, my eyes widened when my gaze switched to Nero who was holding the neck of one of them… before breaking it. I remembered what Prometheus said a while back. They are the Infinitum Alpha… and the Elders of the Moon.

Thus, she didn't respond. However, her deliberate silence only made Regina feel like she was doing it to provoke her. Blinded by fury, Regina snatched the massive bouquet of daisies from the table and started hitting Madeline's head with it. She struck the latter again and again, each blow more vicious than the last. It didn't take long before Madeline inhaled too much pollen. Her allergic reaction was overwhelming. In the next second, her face flushed red, and her breathing grew labored. A triumphant smile spread across Regina's face. "Let's see who Tristan chooses now."

The heavy main door of Caden's mansion clicked shut behind me. The sound didn't offer freedom; it sealed me into a new kind of prison. The bright afternoon sun felt too harsh, mocking the darkness that had just settled deep inside me. I was outside, yes, but no longer my own. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the deal. My limbs felt weak, like every bone had turned to water. I had agreed. I had sold myself, not just for money now, but for Caden’s sinister game.

In the dream, the full moon was so bright. The light came through the leaves of the trees, and made the daturas more beautiful under its light. For a moment, Ayla was sure she was in the Night-Blooming Garden, but soon the moon hid behind the clouds and everything became dark. “I’m sorry, Ayla, you have to stay here.” Only the silhouette of the woman was visible, but her voice was familiar. “Who are you?” She tried to walk towards the woman, but roots grew from under the soil and imprisoned her ankles.

"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"

The other guard, a woman named Lyra, looked back and forth between Lucian and Elias, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, as if instinctively ready to fight. “What is it?” Lucian’s voice was cold. Emory swallowed, his eyes darting nervously. “We felt a... presence. A dark presence. The air has changed. And... there’s something else.” He stepped forward, cautiously, as though afraid to approach too closely. “A flower. A rare one. A dark flower. It’s here.” Lucian’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what they were talking about. The Black Bloom. A flower tied to the use of dark magic. A flower that could only grow in places soaked in dark energy—energy like that which Isadora wielded

The cliff is scarred, empty. Deep within the dark, at the heart of the Unraveler’s torment, where the roots have fused with its essence… the tiny aster blooms. Not white. Not silver. Black. A flower of perfect, lightless void. Fed by the Unraveler’s agony. Anchored in its heart. A grotesque, beautiful paradox.

The Genesis Bloom, which had provided steady illumination for months, now flickered with the dying gasps of ancient consciousness, its luminous petals blackened at the edges as if touched by invisible flames. "It's accelerating," Damien said, his voice carrying the hollow exhaustion of someone who had spent the night fighting battles on multiple fronts. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usually perfect posture spoke of supernatural strength pushed to its limits. "The blight isn't just killing the plants anymore. It's consuming their very essence, their accumulated decades of magical energy."