Dying Flower Novels & Stories

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

I don’t understand the look he has on his face—his eyes are dark, and his lips are parted slightly as if he wants to say something to me. “ Vi—Vitora… ” I croak, my reactions and thoughts slow. It feels like I am floating in the air, so light and still. I am dying again, it seems. And I wonder for the third time… What do I feel now? But I still don’t have the answer to that. It’s like my mind has gone blank, and I have accepted my fate truly. Yes, I am dying. But what’s new? “ The—The flowers you saw… ” I don’t know how I manage to talk, but I do. “ They—can…kill the vampires…Use them…like they use wolfsbane—wolfsbane against Lycans. ”

“You’re not welcome here!” “Don’t be in such a hurry to chase us out,” said Alice softly before reaching into her handbag and pulling out a single white chrysanthemum flower. Hitomi’s eyes widened slightly at this, and Yuri knew enough of flower arrangements and flower language to know that white chrysanthemums are usually flower offerings made to the dead. “You’re indeed growing into a beauty just like your mother.” Alice reached out with a thin hand decorated with rings and bracelets, the white chrysanthemum flower in her hand, towards Yuri. Hitomi slapped Alice’s hand away immediately, and the flower fell to the ground, before pulling Yuri away from Alice and pushing Yuri behind herself.

He asked. “I did promise to tell you didn’t I? The chrysanthemum is the flower of death,” she began, pointing to the largest flower, and Chris held his breath. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked, but she was actually smiling. “But I found out in Australia, they call it ‘mum’ and give it as a Mother’s Day gift.” “Really?” “Yeah. When I heard about it, the flower became pretty special to me.” “And the other one?” He asked, tracing the smaller flower that composed her black and grey tattoo.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

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?”

“But you are going back to work after this.” “I am only trying to cheer you up. So you don’t wilt drowning in the thoughts of your flower,” Darya said. “By the way, what flower is your flower?” “A rose,” I said, swaying sideways and back and forth with Darya. “Why a rose?” I smiled. “What flower comes to your mind when you think of love?” Darya squinted her eyes thoughtfully. “Roses. Even an anti-romantic like me knows that.”

Its petals sparkled like they were made of glass but its texture appeared smooth as velvet. “Do you know what this is? Her gaze remained fixed on the flower as she continued, “This is a blood flower. It gained its form at the same moment as my powers were awakened.” She paused for a moment and looked into my eyes, “It is the only thing in the world that can kill me.” “Today, I will give this to you as a token of my love.” She placed the flower in my hand, “Now, my life is in your hands.” She flashed me a smile and then walked away just like that.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"