Death Blossom Novels & Stories

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

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.

“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’

I gulped some air down. The more I fought, the more entangled the roots became, and the more I couldn't get free. Looking at the doom tree's purple blossoms made my heart beat faster and faster. Does anyone know what's inside the little sacs that hold the flowers in trees? That is until I remembered what Isabel had said to me a while back and realized the connection. "You want all of Stella's dark elements until your doom tree blossoms and bears a swarm of abyssal demons so you can start a war against us?"

#cemetery# #supernatural world# #Dark magic vs action# Why subject yourself to that screaming banshee? ♥Elena's POV♥ Lilium candidium, the botanical name of white lily which is popularly known as the cemetery plant grew around the graveyard and blossomed into beautiful flowers which symbolized the innocence that has been restored to the soul of the departed. The blossom opened as if each flower were a book-- a book that was more sculpted divinely than written, the ink infusing into the petals to give them their soft glow while the flowers gave a subtle aromatic fragrance to the graveyard.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

"Summon Elder Pei and Beta Prime Marcus to the Royal Study immediately!" *** The Phantom Nightshade bloomed only once every five years. Its petals were a deep, bruising purple that emitted a strange, intoxicating fragrance. Under the moonlight, the flower seemed to refract light like shattered stars—breathtakingly beautiful, yet fatal. It was known as the Flower of Death. If a wolf ingested even a speck, their insides would liquefy within moments. Its cultivation was notoriously difficult, requiring a specific balance of soil and shade. Many high-born she-wolves in the Royal Capital had attempted to grow it for its beauty, but only one had succeeded: Beta Prime Marcus’s daughter, Cassandra.

Their usual nonchalant expression was never ending. “Have you found anything about this toxin?” His finger wiped the poisonous powder from his torso. “Yes, Your Majesty. It is the deadliest flower that has ever existed. The Death Bloom. It can only be found within the witches territory. Hidden beneath their sacred cave. I was able to find a book about that flower in lady Telisha’s room. I was on time when it was about to be burned to ashes.” “I’m not surprised at all. It’s the same poison they used on Uneece. We must find that cave and destroy it once and for all.”