Novel & Cerita Death Blossom

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.

Is it something bad? I pressed my ear to it, but nothing. After a while of staring at it, I finally decided to open it. However, what I found inside, rendered me speechless… Inside were black dahlias. Elegant and ominous at the same time, a black card was attached with it. ‘You refused my deal. Now watch how fast the world burns — Alexander Veyrek.’ My eyes stared, frozen at the flowers, dumbfounded and shocked. What the bloody—!?

A burst of screams had erupted from the ward, followed immediately by the sound of things being smashed. James had quickly pushed his wheelchair inside, only to see the room in complete disarray. The nutritional supplements that Sophia had carefully chosen for Jessica had all been shattered across the floor, glass fragments scattering like countless sharp ice crystals, reflecting cold, blinding light under the sun. The photo that Sophia had specially taken at the wedding banquet of James and Jessica kissing had also been smashed against the wall. In the picture, Jessica's smiling face had been slashed diagonally by a jagged shard of glass, instantly becoming fragmented and eerie.

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.

“I am doing this for the sake of Phoebe and czar. “Thank you.” “I need to perform some incantations and bring back the soul you sent to an early grave from the world of the dead. We need to appease his soul and for that, we need the titan arum, also known as the corpse flower and a gem usually found in the devil's bridge.” “But that is the realm between life and death.” “You are a very correct Czar.” “But it's impossible for a living being to cross such a part,” Czar replied.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"