Dying Flower Novels & Stories

I take in my surroundings at once to see that I’m in a garden-like cottage with trees and flowers scattered around. A healer must have lived here, I reason, plucking the flower the leaf came from and recognizing it at once. It’s Ghost Dahlia, a rare flower with healing powers. It’s said to be extinct, so what is it doing here? I pluck the dead-like flower, which blossoms into a beautiful yellow flower in my hands. Legend says it only blossoms for the pure-hearted, which warms my heart. “The moon goddess has come to our aid, and you must save me with the flower,” Bailey says, and I feel a pang in my chest. “I do not know how much time I have left, and the potion you took is just temporary,” s

But she would be that selfish. Also explains why she didn’t shift and try to fight back. She also reeks of at least two males and their cheap cologne. “Welcome to the Flying Death Nina,” I say, as Missile steps back, reaches into his jeans and lights up a joint. When he passes it, I take a hit. She sits up, but Klunk’s wolf sits close and doesn’t let her stand. “The… Flying… You’re in the Flying Death,” she mumbles, her eyes wide.

Lucas watched with a blank expression before issuing another order, "Toss her into the pool." Freya shook her head desperately and tried to beg for mercy, but no words would come out of her mouth when she tried to speak. She watched in despair as they grabbed her and tossed her into the pool. What happened at the ceremony spread like wildfire on the internet. "The president of Cadell Corporation killed his daughter for a bastard, and his childhood sweetheart left him!" "Is he the father of the boy or the Devil Incarnate?" "The president of Cadell Corporation is a soulless, sick, and twisted man!"

There was no grass, and only bitter winds blew. The only visible things were the flowers growing on both sides of the road, appearing extremely beautiful and lush. Those were red spider lilies, also known as lycoris radiata, or the corpse flower. It was said the flowers bloom for a thousand years and withered for another thousand years, so the flowers and leaves never meet. Love transcended karma, and destiny dictated life and death. It was said to be the flower of the underworld, growing by the banks of the river of oblivion. It was beautiful, ominously so.

That flower's core was yellow, as if it had a small, lonely sun in so much darkness. "Helleborus." Tinea said as she picked up one of the cakes with the flower on top. "One of the winter-resistant flowers, it is said that it was created because Mother Moon refused to see the precious flowers die after autumn. The Shooting Stars say that winter was born because of this mourning of the Goddess." With a fork the woman cut the cake in half, a filling so black as the flower dripped down the plate. "Many call it the 'flower that refuses to die,' but as much as its legend is beautiful, this flower is related to moments of inevitable sadness and loss, a painful memory that hurts the soul."

It was Sudanni who educated me about these flowers. "These flowers are called Red Spider Lily. They don't grow anywhere but only in Callora Grande. But there are times that these flowers will sprout even in the wettest land or the driest." I promised him and took a bite. "This flower is the symbol of death. If a Red Spider Lily will sprout anywhere outside Callora Grande, it means someone will die." It seems like in each household, there will be at least 2 people who will die. "But these are just flowers. They only happened to sprout—"

Phedra Elizabeth lightly plucked a flower, crushed it, and dropped it on the ground. “No matter how beautiful flowers are, they will fade. Love also blooms like flowers jostling each other to bloom, when they die, it's also a colorless flower that no one needs. If the flower wither is due to not being able to resist, being weak and then sowing the fate of others, then no matter how beautiful, no matter how beautiful, even if there is no comparable flower, it will die." "The saddest thing is that the most beautiful flower loses to a flower that is not even a real flower, does not show off its color, does not give off a fragrance but is eye-catching, sparkling in the eyes of those who cherish

Dante knew my favourite flower and knew floriculture was my hobby, that’s why he had these attached; he realized only I would figure out the significance behind them: Yellow carnations signify disdain, white carnations signify death and Aconite, also known as wolfsbane and is incredibly poisonous - this flower signifies revenge. Disdain, death and revenge. What was Dante trying to tell me? “Isn’t it lovely, Sienna? He even knew sunflowers were your favourite!” My mother says and I try to push the fear down with a smile. “It’s beautiful,” I reply, and my mother dabs the corner of her eyes before straightening her back and pulling the veil over my face. I take the corner of my veil and tear a

he said without looking up. “Unfortunately.” Sienna smiled tightly. “Shall we try again?” “Fine,” I sighed, sitting back down. “Let’s just get this over with.” “Let’s talk flowers then,” she said brightly. “Peonies, gardenias, orchids—” “I like black dahlias.” Both Nikolai and Sienna blinked at me. “Black... dahlias?” Sienna echoed. “They symbolize betrayal, death, and warning,” I said cheerfully. “Perfect for a wedding built on threats and revenge.”

Sibyl’s POV A breeze came and I smelled a very nice scent. The smell was light, mixed with the scent of roses and Lily of the valley, and a hint of post-rain grass. I sniffed, OH, it also has the smell of the Phoenix Flower. The Phoenix Flower is a nearly extinct flower. It is very strict with the temperature, light and humidity of the living environment, so it is difficult for them to survive. But their flowers are extremely beautiful and give off a fascinating smell.