Death Blossom Novels & Stories

"Adrianna, to me, you are the most precious thing in this world." "Here," he said, his tone changing as he momentarily let go of me to retrieve something. He pulled out a small, elegant jewelry box. "I have something for you." "What is this?" I asked. When I opened the box, I had to catch my breath. Inside lay the newly released Ocean's Embrace diamond bracelet, a collaboration piece by Kairos Jewels. It featured 108 diamonds arranged to mimic stars circling the moon, each stone sparkling with an intense brilliance.

It is used to damage the memory power of a person making them unable to remembering things. Broken inside yet I picked up the third bottle and turned it around. A little speck of light still shining in the corner of my heart even when everything laid in pieces on the floor. Crystellar. And, that was it. This was it. Not even a little ray of light. The show was over. It was dark all around as I stood there on the stage with my head hung low. Crystellar. It was a drug marked forbidden by The First Vampire King for some reason which was not stated in history.

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

"My friends tell me I should really stop doing this but... it's my way of... reminding myself that you're gone and just give myself time to think about things. Even think out loud, without being judged." She smiled at his ceramic picture on the tombstone. She let out a sigh before she went fill up her bucket with water. She returned and added some washing powder and bleach. She grabbed her scrub and began to clean the tombstone. A regular ritual each time she visited his grave. When she was done she sighed in satisfaction. She packed her cleaning stuff and went to get fresh flowers. She divided the bouquet in two and put each small bunch in a vase on either side of the tombstone.

“You…deceived her? Many times she claimed I tried to kill her, you came to her defense, challenging me for it but you of all people know I would never hurt her.” Eros’s lips tipped up in a lazy smile. “It’s called Trust, brother. I needed a way to draw her to my side and you just seemed the best thing available. A little moonveil blossom here and there did the trick.” I shot a sharp look to Jega who stepped forward. “It’s just like I warned. The moonveil blossom can serve as either a cloaking plant or a hallucination pollen. Whoever your mate saw was a trick of the mind. Not you.”

he told her, his voice icy. Moments later, the Demons' commander was all smiles, a lotus that transformed from my tattoo in one hand and a glowing Life Core in the other, clearly pleased with himself. "You five are quite the spectacle, unlike anything I've ever come across. "How about a choice? Who gets to live and who dies?" His words cast a shadow over everyone's faces, turning them a shade grimmer. The elder could no longer hold back and pleaded with urgency. "Please, no! If the Twin Flowers of Chaos perish, it'll unleash chaos itself! You must consider the fate of the entire world."

I hadn't felt helpless in my nine hundred years of ruling Valdrakon. I grabbed the crystal decanter, vintage and imported from the eastern vineyards, worth more than her entire forgotten pack, and didn't pour. I threw it. It shattered at her feet, glass scattering across the stone floor in every direction, sharp pieces finding her skin one by one. Blood welled slowly, dripping onto the ground piece by piece. Her face was covered in fear and tears, her body pressing against the wall like she could disappear through it if she tried hard enough. The moon goddess wanted a stray beside me.

He kissed me back, hard and consuming, as if he could devour the pain right out of me. For a heartbeat, I let myself vanish in that kiss—pretend I was someone else, somewhere else, untouched by betrayal. The next thing I knew, the world blurred—his arm around me, the press of a door closing, sheets tangled beneath my trembling hands. Morning hit like a cruel joke. I woke tangled in unfamiliar sheets, my head pounding, my lips swollen. The stranger from the bar lay beside me, half-covered, the shadows of his muscles stark against the pale dawn light. Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name.

she pointed to a cluster of blood red flowers with teeth in the petals, "...will absolutely melt your tongue off. Don’t sniff it." “Got it. Death flower. Check.” I made a note in the little journal I’d summoned from my N.O.V.A. this morning. It even had a sparkly pen. Gods help me, I loved it. "That one?" Lila gestured to a blue mossy patch. "Harmless! But if you step on it, it sings folk songs from the Underrealm for, like, hours." “Terrifying.” “It has a banjo,” she added. I stared at her.

Luke listened to the woman next to him spewing insults without a single thought. He saw the venomous glare in Cecilia's eyes and felt a wave of disappointment wash over him. "I can't believe this is who you are, Cecilia," he said, unable to hide his dismay. The girl he once adored was unrecognizable without the rose-colored glasses of his youth. Did Holly see him as that pathetic then, too? The thought sent a sharp ache through his heart. Cecilia coughed awkwardly, trying to cling to her usual icy poise, but the anger in her eyes made her look out of sorts.