Demonic Flowers Novels & Stories

He had just had to ask. Ruben’s gaze became confused again. “What about it?” “I know you’ve never had much to do with demons before, so you probably don’t know, but she doesn’t have the usual scent of a demon.” Ruben shook his head. “In what way?” “Demons can usually be recognised by their smoky scent, although some can mask it naturally, but Katarina has…” He didn’t know how to describe it. “…something else…it’s very alluring to vampires it seems…” He informed coyly.

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.

It was a flower. A crystal flower pulsating with demonic energy. The petals were transparent like glass, but inside each petal flowed dark purple energy. The system reacted. [Warning.] [Extreme demonic energy detected.] [Unknown treasure discovered.] Nesca slowly approached. “What kind of flower is this? Why does it seem a petal is missing?” She circled the altar with caution. For a moment, she had forgotten about the danger. It was as if she was drawn to it. The crystal petals shimmered as she moved nearer. “There are eleven petals.”

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Inexplicably, Agarez thought of the flower Evelyn had spoken of, the gloriously beautiful flower that would only bloom at a set time of year, yet would never bloom in the Old Country. The flowers of the Old Realm are as carnivorous as the demons that live here, both fierce and brutal, secreting corrosive liquids and emitting poisonous gases that disorient and paralyze their prey.The kind of flowers Evelyn described as wilting when plucked and unimaginably fragile simply don't exist in the Old Realm. If it exists, then it should look like this--Agarez thought in his mind as he looked at the gently floating hem of his skirt, which was like a flower petal swaying in the wind.

I called out, finally having some of my strength back. “Those flowers…” she turned to face me, her jaw clenched. “Black dahlia and poppy…they are the harbinger of evil; a symbol of death. And they were cursed. How did you get your hands on them?” “I-I…” I pressed my hands to my throat, feeling like I hadn't had water in ages. Sarah got up from her side and handed me a glass of water, which I took gratefully and drank it all in one go like I had been parched for centuries.

After a moment of surprise, Ricky bowed politely, and Dixal returned the gesture. “Ricky, what are you doing with all that? Why so many? Planning to sell them?” Flora Amor asked. Ricky rubbed the back of his neck. “Devon said his daddy’s coming and it’s your monthsary, so he asked me to buy a dozen bottles.” “What?! It’s just a monthsary, not a wedding! What are we supposed to do with all of that?” She shot a look at Dixal, who was clearly holding back a laugh.

"Moonblood flowers. They only bloom in the Crimson Court's territory, vampire lands. The vampires don't allow werewolves to cross their borders, let alone steal their sacred flowers." "What else?" Dominic pressed. "Phoenix ash from the Sacred Mountains. The phoenixes there are protected by ancient magic. They do not give their ash willingly, and taking it by force is..." she paused. "Inadvisable." "And the third?" I asked, though dread was already pooling in my stomach. Morgana's eyes fixed on me. "Tears of a dying demon." The corridor fell silent except for Darius's labored breathing. "Sophia," Dominic said quietly. "The thing inside her.."

Vlash covers me while we are on the ground as pieces from the tombstone scatters around us. “Look!” we all stand and look at the now floating golden box before us as it glows brightly. I look at the box, Flora is about to touch it when a dark mists suddenly forms before us and there stood Demonica and her followers. “Dominica!” Veronica utters. Demonica laughs really scary as she looks at the bright light before us that is floating in the air. She really looks as scary now as she look at the golden box that is shining so bright.

Zayn called her making her come out of her thoughts. "Tell me which one is Blue devine flower and which one is purple devine flower." Zayn out two similar looking flowers in front of Giselle while Giselle blinked. "Three petals, smells fruity with a purple dot in middle. This one is purple devine flower." "You remembered it well." Zayn nodded as he praised her while Giselle chuckled. "It can act as a strong drip on immortals." She added again as this flower was forbidden for immortals. It can awake deepest desires and make the victim vulnerable to anything. It has the same effect as Rohypnol.