Eternity Flowers Novels & Stories

Tieran chuckles and taps his hands on his steering wheel, “I’m sure there would be a number of them if the proposition is made correctly. Rich people are always looking for ways to spend more money.” I want to wonder at the truth of those words, but i don’t. Tieran is my head investor now. If my vision goes off without a hitch, i’m sure i’ll have more investors on the way. The flowers though, i did get one bouquet for him. “The one with the silver petals are for you. I don’t know what exactly they are. Probably synthethic.” Tieran gives a passing glance to the flowers seating at the back of the car and he smiles as he looks away, “They are synthethic. I haven’t seen flowers in that shade, so

Just my name in neat block letters on the label: LILA HARPER. My hands shook as I tore the tape. Inside was a single sheet of cream stationery folded once, and beneath it, tucked in tissue paper, a small bouquet of white ranunculus—my favorite, the ones with the delicate layers that look like tissue-paper roses. They'd been Ethan's go-to apology flowers once upon a time, but before that they'd been Lucian's. He'd picked them wild on our second date because the florist was closed and he didn't want to show up empty-handed.

They listened, wide-eyed, to the whispers of the Flamebearers and the Dreamwalkers, the Moonbound sisters and the nameless heroes whose choices filled the soil with meaning. In the Eternal Garden, flowers turned toward those who walked by—not for sunlight, but for the quiet music of hope. Each petal, a memory. Each root, a connection. When a story was spoken beneath the garden’s arch, the soil darkened, rich with the promise that history here was not to be preserved but to be lived.

The first conscious sensation was not sight or sound, but smell. A deep, luxurious fragrance that had woven itself into the very fabric of my dreams, pulling me gently from a sleep so profound and peaceful it felt like a foreign country. I kept my eyes closed, breathing it in. Peonies, their scent almost impossibly sweet, layered over the deeper, velvety aroma of dark crimson roses. Ethan’s flowers. Their perfume had replaced the familiar, comforting scents of my studio, the sharp tang of turpentine, the earthy smell of clay, the dust of decades settled into the floorboards of the Lastelina. This was a new scent for a new era. The Ethan Era. Again.

I think, 'We are talking later, Mister'. We go to the living room where he makes a fire in the fireplace. I walk over to it and I take in a deep breath, “Love is a flame that burns with a sacred fire, and fills you up with its sweet desire. Yet, once the altar feels love's fiery breath, it makes the heart be a crucible until death. What happens when the heart yearns no more? Will you always have to settle the score? Say love is life, and say it is not amiss. Say that love is but a synonym for eternal bliss. Say what you will of love, in what refrain, but the heart knows that it's another word for pain. Yet, the pain we will endure, because love comes at a price. A price we will gladly pay, t

A girl named Shira asked. " Tonight. Xander will be transformed in three weeks time. I will arrange your marriage with him so that I can save our kind." " This is good news,my queen. I can't wait to become Xander's bride."She happily left the throne room. Shira is a vampire. She is 100 years old but the fact that vampire doesn't age made her look like a teenager. Queen Kate and her father had been friends for ages. This friendship could have led to marriage but along the line Kate fell in love with a human.

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.”

Pierce was gone, but I had already married him in my heart. I wore the ring he had placed on my finger, and I would live in this world in his place. It wasn’t until later that I discovered the name of the diamond ring Pierce had given me—Eternal Love. He would love me forever. (The End)

I hear him say under his breath as I follow my best friend behind the counter towards a door. My cheeks heat up, but I’m glad my back is now turned to him so he does not see them. Selena opens the door and we both walk in. We are met with a small hallway that has about three doors. She walks confidently to one of the doors and knocks lightly. “Kendall, are you there?” She asks. It feels so weird to me to hear Selena calling her aunt just by her name. I call all my aunts and uncles by using uncle or Aunty as the title before I add their names.

I asked, my voice merely a whisper, "do vampires mate for eternity?" Lance took my face gently within his hands and looked directly into my eyes. "Yes, we mate not only for life, but for eternity." "Do you have a mate?" I asked, afraid of the answer. Lance smiled, amused by my interest. "If I would have, you would not be here." "Oh?" He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. "You would be dead," he said. He looked away, thinking, and then back into my eyes. "Do you remember when we met?"