Dying Flower Novels & Stories

I couldn’t let her die for me, I wasn’t worth someone else’s life. Hastily scanning my surroundings, my fingers trembling as I pull out the lighter from my pocket. My pulse quickened, echoing loudly in my ears. Searching for dried flowers, they were more flammable compared to fresh flowers that contained more water. This garden was well-maintained, which meant that every bed of flowers was fresh and vibrant. Shifting my gaze to the forest, squinting towards the tree with ripples of bark and below was a bed of dried roses, stretching to lavender and finally a dried bush.

I sigh, hopefully the moon Goddess has something good in store for me. I moved on to the dark green flowers I had uprooted from the forest and placed in a pot to keep them alive, they were known as the 'Dark slumber' flowers. They were beautiful as well as deadly if not handled carefully. They are also medicinal but cannot be ingested alone but mixed with another herb. I loved the designs on the flowers, so I was going to dry them and make a pair of earrings for them. I, too, am wowed by my creativity.

Roofs powdered white, chimney smoke rising in thin grey ropes, streets made dull by slush and grief. Directly below the window, scattered across the grand entrance, were the black roses. They had started to appear the exact day after his father’s death. A Dawny tradition — the flower cultivated specifically for death and mourning, expensive enough that each bloom represented a real sacrifice, which was perhaps why they carried the weight they did. Everyone had given one, it seemed to Nicoli by the piles. Townspeople and servants and nobles who wanted their grief witnessed and recorded. They had accumulated until the cobblestones near the entry were dark with them, petals gathering in the sno

“I believe it is called the dancing flower.” “And you're sure of this?” He shook his head. “Because the dancing flower curse keeps its victim for two weeks at least before they die. This curse shows symptoms of dancing flower but they kill children alone and with in a day. I have never seen this before.” I felt a chill run down my spine but I tucked my emotions away at the back with a smile. “I'm sure there is a solution somewhere. I'll start looking.” The books the spiritually leader handed me were twice my palms and thrice in width. I flipped their pages one by one, reading each like with slow precision to make sure I didn't skip a name.

"Okay but, this isn't fair. You need to look on the bright side too, what about times that you want to live your life to the fullest?" I scoffed. "You are ridiculous". "Every time you feel like you want to live, promise me you'll put up a flower" Aarish said. "Oh shut up, I am not like you Mr square shooter, and I am not planning to change who I am and why would I?" "It’s only fair, you shouldn't be so dark, Li" He continued” and a butterfly with a flower is not lonely" he stopped. "And you didn't kill your brother" He said barely audible.

The intoxicating fragrance seems to be emanated from the garden of flowers "Shook! Quick! Close your eyes! Don't look at the flowers, Run!!!" Audrey was reminded about a specific mystical plant described in their Plant Mysticism book. The description in the book, fits perfectly on what they are experiencing right now, The DEVIL SMILE FLOWER! It was actually a scary existence. It doesn't look harmful, but behind its harmless appearance hides its terrifying ability. The Devil Smile Flower is always in its bud form all year round. It will only bloom once it senses the presence of breath. Upon blooming, it will release a sweet scent but the most crucial detail is that, whoever saw the flower b

I caught the sight of her exposed thigh from the slit dress she wore, and I could feel my heart racing faster. I stood up abruptly, presenting the flowers to her as a way of hiding the enormous nervousness I felt. “Sunflowers for a lady who is as beautiful and bright as the sun" “With all pleasure, sire" Natalie said, receiving the flowers. “Thank you so much Maurice, the massage, I feel better now" I kissed her hands while she smelt the flowers. “Let's eat Nat, it's getting late. Tell me about Letticia, your new friend!"

she stood up, the flower can end the wolves once and for all without chaos, but the seal will bring chaos" There was one thing not everyone knows about the Platidus flower, it was a flower of life and death, it could either be used to kill a particular race, it was once used on dragons, that was why dragons weren't in existence, the flower could also be used to save a dead person, giving the person life. Tanya's intention was to use the flower to end all Lycans and werewolves. The flower could only be used by the person whose blood was bound to it.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

Mila cried again and the flower halted again. Mila plucked it and waited for it either shrivel up or blossom again. But nothing happened. Neither did the flower shrivel nor did it blossom again. And she knew it magic at its core. The bloom would blossom only when the flower in her hand would die, and it won’t die unless the flower in her hand was used.