Death Blossom Novels & Stories

Bryan said and their mother glanced at him. “What flowers are that mum?” Bryar suddenly asked, looking at her. “Black roses, Bird’s foot trefoil and Baby’s breath.” “What do they mean?” “Death, Vengeance and Purity.” She replied and Bryan chuckled. “The killer is a psychopath.” Bryan muttered. “How does Purity rhyme with Vengeance and Death?” Bryan thought and their mother hurriedly changed the channel. “Okay, that's enough.” She chuckled and ruffled Bryar’s hair then headed back towards the dining room.

Poseidon said as he walked into the room with all the other Gods and Goddesses from earlier following behind him "So Gabriella your name is?" Hera asks and I nod timidly Demeter rolled her eyes at Hera before approaching me and placing her thumb on my forehead showing me a glimpse of things I've never seen. I saw this beautiful girl wearing a floral dress with a floral crown and a few people bowed to her, but she quickly told them to get up and then played with some happy children. "I knew you wouldn't have a human mate," she says to Death and I start coughing "Mates?" I questioned and my head went down slightly

I said to him and I turned to Sushi, who was now at the entrance of the tunnel and didn't seem to want to step toward me. "Don't worry, the flower is not poisonous. But it is poisonous to other creatures. It has a different effect on immortals." He answered me. "Do you want to know?" "Yes." I quickly answered him. Everyone wants to know what the effect of this plant is. "The plants that surround us are called Lycoris Radiata. The flower of death. It foresees the death of a being. It does not live in another place, it only grows here. So this flower, time to grow somewhere else—that means someone's going to die." He answered me that I inhaled. I felt like I lost my breath because of the infor

Hellebore was such a strong evil that it didn't bring bad things just to herself, she would have to drag someone away, since it was as poisonous as the flower. Next to Death the woman made a deal, the flower that Hyacinth had taken into the temple would be cursed. All five petals the plant had would be the five lives that Death would give Helleborus, five chances to live and learn what life is, but each petal had a dose of deadly poison. That poison would slowly end Helleborus' new life, just like the people who came close to her, the woman would live until a spring, it was not defined how many there would be, she would only die the moment the snow began to melt. Then Hellebore would have to

Alex's lifeless body lay on the mortuary table and he was completely stripped of his clothes as the doctor ran a series of tests on him. "What's going on? What's happening?" I asked the moment I walked inside. "Hayley, you shouldn't be here. You should be with the kids right now. I have everything covered here." Damon said as he approached me, but I wasn't listening one bit. "The children are fine. They're with Lanie and Candice, don't worry about them." I replied before pushing past his barricade. I glanced by the side and saw the ankh flower portion already prepared, and I could immediately tell that the doctor was checking Alex's compatibility with the potion. Ankh flower was a very rare

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

He stepped forward and looked at me with utter contempt. "She texted me before she died and said you were the reason. The fact that you always bullied her was bad enough, but then you married me and still refused to stop tormenting her." My chest tightened with rage. The accusation was utterly absurd. Emily and I had grown up in the same rundown orphanage. Since she was older and bigger than me, she spent every day tormenting me with a group of followers. How could I possibly be the one bullying her? In my past life, I only learned the truth about Emily's death from the Quirrel family housekeepers who handled her body. The cause of her death was a drug overdose at an underground party.

Even from a distance, he saw it: the quiet determination in the way she smiled at the receptionist, the way her eyes scanned the building like she was memorizing her future. She wasn’t just surviving anymore. She was blooming. And he was still a ghost on the outside of her story. He slid his phone from his coat pocket, hesitating before opening a private secure thread labeled simply: LB. Typing always felt too easy. But still, he wrote. Some things are too sacred to rush. Like healing. Like joy. Like the blooming of someone finally stepping into her light. I watched you from afar today, Layla. And it wasn’t out of obsession.

“Do not fear. When you become me again, it will not hurt. You will simply… dissolve.” My whole body trembles. Not from weakness. From power trying to decide which direction it belongs. Inside my ribs, the storm pulses once Clara’s echo. Inside my wrists, gold heat flickers Ares’ tether. The goddess sees the conflict and smiles softly. “Your anchors are far away. You are alone with me. And you cannot resist what you are.” My throat burns. I open my mouth Light explodes behind us. A crack like a universe tearing open. The goddess’s head snaps up.

‘Hey why are you walking like the dead ones’? ‘The dead ones?’ ivory asked with question marks all over her face ‘what are those, are they zombies’. ‘I don’t know what zom…be is but the dead ones are an army of dead people created by dark witches five hundred years ago, the dead walks pretty slow but one scratch from them and you’re one of them too’ Natasha explained. ‘Definitely zombies’ ivory murmured. ‘So why are you walking like the dead ones’ Natasha asked. ‘Would you join my team, I’m creating a team with whom I would go to Buklime Mountain with to go gather some herbs and more importantly the ice lotus for merit points’