Dying Flower Novels & Stories

Now, battered and barely clinging to life, he lay on his back in the blood-soaked grass, staring up at the endless sky. "Rena… I—I've avenged you… "At first, I just thought… Lily was my first love, and she was suffering. You were my mate, and you loved me so much… I thought you'd understand. That you'd forgive me for saving her…" "But now… I'm dying too. I'm sorry… I was wrong… Can you ever forgive me?" Regret filled his eyes as tears slipped down his face. However, I felt nothing. I only felt my soul growing lighter and weightless.

"I am com... Haaahhh!" Ariande mistakenly on the shower and fell into the bathtub,it was ice cold. Xander heard her scream and ran into the bathroom. Holy Shit! Ariande was already in the tub, she was struggling to get out of the water. Soon, she drowned. He tried to pulled her out then he too fell into the tub. He pull her up. There face were extremely close that they could feel each other's breath. Xander never knew that Ariande was this beautiful. Her wet clothes exposed her curves and... everything.

Dorothy said, “There is no need to study this flower. Even if you study it thoroughly, you would not be able to open this door. This is a dead door, only to enter and no exit. This is also not the escape door designed by the tomb builder, but to kill all those trying to come in from the outside here. Everyone was shocked when they heard that. Princess Fleur asked, “Aunt, how do you know?” Dorothy pointed at the flower, “It's written on it. It's an ancient script and a rune. The flower is not meaningless, but a formation diagram, a killing formation diagram." Zayne looked at Dorothy in surprise. “You understand the ancient script, and you know the formation diagram?” Freya and others also loo

Blue fire still loomed around the papers but it didn't burn them but still, Peerce couldn't care less anymore. "!" He stood up shakingly but still held the flower whose petals had already gone bald. The subconscious protection he had for this flower was truly amazing but Hades and Zeus didn't even blink at this point and just glared to the poor 'cleaner' whose knees now softened and weak because of having to think that the twins really wanted to make the flowers that he hug in his arms to die. Just then, a whimper came out from the flower. The three took a look at it but one was very happy and two was just slightly surprised but then regained their calm as a matter of seconds, they won't be

The sky was a bleak gray, mirroring the melancholy mood of the occasion. Florence and Chaos stood by the graves, their silhouettes etched against the gloomy backdrop. The drizzle fell gently, a somber melody that accompanied their silence as he made sure he was there for her. Florence, her eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and remembrance, placed a bouquet of lilies on the three graves in front of them. The white flowers, symbols of purity and innocence, contrasted starkly against the dark earth.

Regaining his vigour, Zen studied the other tombs. “Even when dead, I’m still the prettiest sister!” Zen read and chuckled. This unnamed sister deserved the lily. “Yes, you are,” he commented while placing the flower on the slate. The dungeon brightened a little more. “For better or worse, I’m glad that we were sisters,” Zen read and thought about it. Then, he chose the dandelion for this kind sister. Clapping twice and placing the yellow flower on the slate, Zen prayed that the dungeons would bless her virtual soul.

Jai pointed to one of the scene. Darrion turned and look, and then he tilted his head, “They are getting reprimanded?” “Yes. But why? Only one flower for one person. There are so many flowers here. Why would they be upset? Is there a rule saying not to pick the flowers here?” Jai asked. “No… But it’s more like an unspoken one. This is where the lady died after all—“ “Who?” “Ariana, the White Priestess. I explained about her just before the ceremony. The lady died here on the way from the lake. People plant flowers here in respect for her passing fifty years ago.” Darrion explained with a slight frown.

She applied it on her lips, making sure it coated everything. When he was out of her room, she heaved a sigh of relief and peered at her flower. It was beautiful and had yellow circles on it. "Hi, I will name you... Naya," Erin said, rubbing the yeriner. It leaned to her touch as if asking for more. A yeriner was a flower that yearned for human touch and grew healthier when spoken to. Death could be its fate if neglected. It was a core attention seeker and the perfect flower for her.

Myriad read, and I gasped. Stormee looked around confused, "Hydrangea? As the beautiful flowers they use in bouquets like weddings?" she asked, "Little flower, certain poisonous flowers are used for decorative purposes because they don't p[present harm unless consumed. Hydrangea Poisson is something close to what you call, in human terms, cyanide." Aelfred, the very botanist freak, explained.

Anya asked back and Dean and I shared a contemplative look "I think I read about it in one of the history books about the old days that used to be in my father's library" I said and Anya nodded "Yes, that's the flower. The tyle flower can indicate the presence of dark magic if you drop it in a liquid like solution. If there is dark magic present, the flower will wilt, turn black and die. If there is no dark magic; then the flower will remain as it is" "Wow, that's pretty incredible" Dean murmured