Death Blossom Novels & Stories

Victor spoke aloud, not that he and I needed explaining, but Ayla could hear, unconsciously. The Drops of Tears is a very special flower and is practically extinct, as it was created when Selene was crying and begging Zeus to save Endymion. They have the power of the Goddess herself and can be used in many ways, including to poison or heal any Lycan or Werewolf.

"Well, okay. They don't look that bad all together. Help me plug them, please." Behind her back, the earl had a hard time trying not to laugh. She fell for his scheme and was picking the daffodils herself now! It really was a sight to behold. Of course, he himself stretched his hand to the peony, not one of these with bad meaning. Just as his long fingers touched the stem, his face fell. A tendril of darkness escaped from his flesh, digging into the flower, spreading until the whole blossom was shrouded in black. In a matter of seconds, the blossom melted. Shortly after the stem followed suit, until the whole bush dissolved into a thick black pool on the ground.

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

But as the door was opened completely, Soo Min saw a sight much more terrifying than the morgue. In the center of the room was a slightly frosted couch, with human-sized dolls perched on top of it, or so it seemed at first glance. They were sitting side by side, one leaning against the other, dressed in beautiful dresses, full make-up and nicely arranged hair. However, Soo Min quickly recognized in each of their faces the victims of the "Cherry Blossom Reaper" whose bodies were not found. There were both missing models - Kim Min Hee and Joon Hwa Young - and a talent agency trainees, Shim Eun Ah and Kim Hae Ran. In the center was of course Choi Ye Eun, in the most beautiful dress, looking the

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

I kicked my study door off its hinges, my weapon raised, my eyes sweeping the room. Empty. The scent of cheap, chemical vanilla—not Seraphina’s expensive floral perfume—hung faint in the air. The terminal screen was completely black, a flashing red warning message reading: *DATA COPIED.* "Fuck!" I roared, backhanding a heavy crystal decanter off the desk, sending it shattering against the wall.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

A familiar conversation drifted out. "Was that flower really that hard to pick?" "You bet. Moonwatch Cliff is so dangerous that even professional climbing teams wouldn’t dare go there lightly." Through the half-open door, Rhea saw Vera idly turning the briar rose in her hands. Sienna Caldwell leaned in, eyes bright with gossip. "Then he really risked his life to get it. When he delivered the flower yesterday, I think I even saw your name tattooed over his heart. He’s really planning to chase you, huh?

Every breath she drew felt like a bargain: inhale memory, exhale grief. At the foot of a towering statue, its inscription long worn away by time and neglect, a single Deathroot bloom stood defiantly. Its petals were a pale, ghostly white, veins of obsidian tracing through them like scars. Seren crouched beside it, fingertips brushing the fragile bloom. It quivered beneath her touch, a living thing in a world that had forgotten how to grow. “Today, it ends,” she whispered, her voice low as a prayer.

"It mentions here that Otis Blossom was the supreme of the Begonia coven." Neal strolled over to have a peek himself. "The Begonia is an elite coven. They won't allow outsiders into their midst. It's worse for you since you aren't a witch." Neal then continued to trace through the book with his eyes. I watched his expression switch again. "Bo De'crescent?" He whispered before pulling the encyclopedia closer. "Camille Dumont was a descendant of Victor Blossom?" Somehow, that need to keep up the farce cranked up to a hundred.