Enchantress 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.

I blinked, trying to understand what she meant by that “i don’t… i don’t understand” i said, looking at my aunt because it felt as though she had grown a second head. “This place only supports witches because their life force gives back to the environment, without that, it turns vicious, sucking you dry. That’s how the white lotus has been able to stay protected. Before it gets too late, he has to leave.” I felt my chest squeeze a bit. “but.. how do i do that?” she looked at me with this look that screamed ‘i would figure it out’ before she held my hand tightly “how long before the effect start?” i asked, my eyes widening as i spoke.

It was a while before she said, "Darryl, it looks like the enchanted flame!" Debra stared at the ball of white flame; she felt emotional! Enchanted flame? Darryl was stunned. Jewel asked, "Sister Debra, what is an enchanted flame?" Debra sighed gently before she explained, "The enchanted flame is not the same as an ordinary flame. Its temperature was ten times or even hundreds of times higher than an ordinary flame. There are hundreds of types of enchanted flame. For example, the Three Samadhi Fire, the Six Ding Enchantment Flame and others."

These flowers, delicately attached to pearls for added weight, were tossed into the open windows of the carriage as a symbol of admiration and luck. The oxyplant flowers, known for their luminescent beauty and enchanting fragrance, filled the carriage with a captivating aura. Each blossom boasted an array of vibrant colors, ranging from azure blues to coral pinks, captivating the senses of the princesses. The delicate petals shimmered as they caught the dappled light filtering through the water, casting an ethereal glow within the carriage. The sweet scent of the flowers enveloped Nerissa and Madissa, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and gratitude.

Red candles are lit up from each surroundings of the circle and it emits a red light with the scent of iron. Sprawled infront of the layers of stars, laid the lifeless corpse of the King, his eyes were open like a dead fish and the fancy silver dagger with the hilt of a black dragon is still plunge in his heart with crimson flowers blooming directly from his exposed red flesh. To his left stood like a tower, the very brother who claimed his life. While, to his right stood a dark enchantress with deep rasin purple jewels adorning her black outfit. Her hair has the glow of the gloomy silver moon and her skin has the hue of grey. Her striking red orbs glowed haphazardly against her white sclera

Enzo holds up a small, delicate flower with a deep, vibrant blue color, its petals shimmering in the light. Nyx’s eyes widen. “That’s a rare herb.” Jonah nods enthusiastically. “It grows only in places blessed with strong magic. I thought it would make a good gift.” Enzo beams, holding the flower toward her. “It’s for you, Mom. So you’ll be strong. The strongest!” Nyx takes the flower, her heart swelling with love for her son and the village that has sheltered them. She meets Lorenzo’s gaze, a silent understanding passing between them. They’ll treasure these moments, these fleeting days of peace.

I'm so dumb. "My mother did." I mutter. "Yes. And I don't have an answer for that. She may be where you got your blood from, I couldn't say for sure unless I met her." I nod a little, and swallow heavily. "And the flowers you say bloomed from your tears? Gudinna are known to be able to create life, like you did. That is a very, very rare gift, Delilah." He was saying it like I should be glad, like I should feel lucky.

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

It was as if the realm itself acknowledged her as its guardian, embracing her as a vessel of its magic. The Enchanted Realm responded to her presence with an exquisite display of vibrant colors and radiant light. Flowers bloomed with newfound vibrancy, their petals kissed by the essence of Metamorphosa. Trees swayed in a graceful dance, their leaves shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Even the creatures of the realm seemed to recognize the transformation that had taken place within Elysia, regarding her with curious and knowing eyes.

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.