Eternity Flowers Novels & Stories

He supplied and a light seemed to go on. “I’m sorry what does that mean, is that just a name?” She asked interested and pulled out a little steno from her pocket and a pen. She wrote that down. She always wanted to know what the proper name was, and she called it a juniper lily. The flower looked like it grew out of a juniper bush, but had far softer stems. Not quite woody like normal juniper she’d seen. “More a name, it means forever bloom. They bloom even in winter, and can give temporary relief to pain speed up healing. No one has seen it in a very long time. How did you get it, when did you come over?”

And he spoke to Catherine, who was standing by his side. Are you ignoring me? Well, I don't have a choice either. I took Tyler's hand and gave the flowers saying, "This is yours now. It's your wish to do whatever you want with it. But please don't throw it away. It looks beautiful and smells really good." When he looked at me without uttering a word, I started to walk away as I said, "Stay tuned for the next flower, Mr Ackerman." After that day, I started giving him different types of flowers with cute meanings. Like Aster resembling symbols of love, baby's breath for everlasting love, chrysanthemums and so on.

It was delicate and elegant, its petals layered like silk, shifting subtly in color. “And this,” Elara said reverently, lowering her voice, “is the Eternis Bloom.” My heart skipped. “The one that blooms once every century?” She nodded. “Yes. It’s said that its fragrance changes with each season it witnesses—spring, summer, autumn, winter—absorbing time itself. What you’re seeing now is a preserved bloom from its last flowering.” I pressed my palm lightly against the glass, eyes wide. “I’ve read about this. I never thought I’d actually see it.”

In her arms, she held a dying vampire. Me. I had a massive, bleeding hole in my chest, my life force draining away. “Don’t die…” the memory of Isolde sobbed. “Please, don’t die…” She placed her hands on my chest, and a beam of pure silver light poured from her palms. It was her life source. The rarest, most precious kind. I watched, helpless, as the light in her own eyes dimmed, as her very essence poured into me. She wasn't just healing me. She was giving me her eternity.

~ 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.

"My friend, as you will say, my days on this dear earth are already numbered. What is eternal life going to give a man that is dying?" "Well, then Jasper, you shall be healed from whichever illness it is that you possess. But I am afraid that I am going to have to push you for an answer. I, too, do not have much time to save my wife. So what shall it be?" "What does this flower look like?" "It is a deep pink; it has the elegance of a lily but holds the classiness of a rose. Morgana said that one should know once you see it." "Morgana? Like Morgana, the wizard?"

"But first, let me take Seraphina to her resting chambers. Her meat suit is exhausted from being in dragon form for so long." "How long was she like that?" Hazel asked. "Almost three days. Her dragon got angry after her Eternal was kidnapped." "Her Eternal?" Hazel questioned. "Eternals are what we call our mates, since once we meet our mates, we get to live for an eternity if no one kills us," Layla explained while she took Seraphina in her arms. "That's fascinating," Declan was amused. They all followed Layla into the resting chambers. "Woah, this is nice," Declan praised as he noticed the sky outside through the open crater atop the gigantic nest that Layla placed Seraphina in.

Like it was a happy sad memory. The mood in the room had grown solemn. "How many years ago was that?" "A century? More? I have lost count of the years but everytime, it feels like it had all happened yesterday. Like she is still there." There was silence. "Potentials are precious. They are the closest we will ever get to a soulmate. They are what humans call true love and sometimes we find love where we shouldn't." Ivy blinked, her mouth slightly parted in a gasp. That made her think of Chris.

It seems like all the available flowers in the flower shop are placed together. Infinity let the wind blow her hair. With the sunset and the wind, Elroy was stunned to see her like an angel. His very own angel. A memory flashed into him, remembering the same scene years ago at her mother's grave. The wind, the orange sunset, and Infinity. This is the exact scene where he feels and decides that Infinity is the girl for him, and he will marry her. He walked towards Infinity and handed the flowers to her. "In flower language, there are specific messages each flower has. Because there are lots of things I wanted to tell you, they don’t compliment each other anymore.” Elroy said while rubbing the

All attention turned to Christen. “The flower we need is the Vixen Pinnacle. As you all know, it doesn’t exist at all in the human world and is still rare in our world. I’ve figured out why.” He took a breath. “I did some research and some more prying and found out that the flower’s lifespan is short after it’s picked, even with the roots attached.” “How short are we talking?” Xander questioned. “About three hours tops.” “Damn it,” Jarren muttered.