Eternity Flowers Novels & Stories

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.

Not a single clue. “No card either? That’s strange,” she muttered under her breath. Her attention then shifted back to the flowers themselves. The bouquet was breathtaking: six red roses arranged at the center, surrounded by six stalks of violet hyacinth, and more than fifty white daffodils that softened the arrangement with an air of delicate luxury. The sheer size of the bouquet was overwhelming. It was so large she had to cradle it in her arms. Bringing it close, Esther inhaled deeply, her smile widening as the fragrance filled her senses. At least this much was certain: whoever sent the flowers had managed to brighten her mood.

“Raijin’s parents will die, too. Mack and his wife, Beth. And their baby we saw. We’ll end up watching them live and grow and age and die. For a very, very long time. And not just them. Xylo and Claire. Their children. Their children’s children. “You see what I mean? Our path is paved with blood and tears, forever.” A tear rolled out of her eye, which Kali caught with a gentle wipe. She then reached down and took Amal’s hand. Their fingers curled up and intertwined. “It doesn’t always have to be,” Kali replied. “It can have flowers, too.” Then, she leaned over and kissed Amal lightly on the lips. Though it was brief, it seemed an eternal moment to the both of them. A bit akin to rolling in t

After stepping inside and taking in the room full of colorful blossoms, he lit a cigarette and asked in a low voice, "What kind of flowers should I send if I want to win back a woman's heart?" The florist looked at the distinguished man and pondered for a moment before responding, "Roses and lisianthus. Roses represent love, while lisianthus represents eternity."

I turned away, planning to go back to my room to pack my things, but Delroy suddenly grabbed my arm and snarled viciously, "Titus, it's my turn to live forever this time." The moment he said that, I understood what was going on. He had been reborn, too. I looked back at him with a smile. "Then, I hope you get exactly what you want." In my past life, Delroy had only seen the vampire's noble air, the elegant grace, and the promise of immortality. He'd never known that, behind closed doors, she'd nearly drained me to death several times. Since he wanted her so badly, he could be her walking blood bag this time.

Thinking back, it all felt bittersweet. She smiled bitterly at the memory and opened her laptop to review the latest list of sponsored students. As she scrolled idly through old files, she paused at a folder from 10 years ago. Her hand moved instinctively to click it open. Before her mind could fully summon the image of Connor, dirt-streaked but beaming as he handed her a bouquet of fresh lilies, another name caught her eye: Felicia. Anne froze. She clicked on Felicia's profile, and the woman's face filled the screen without warning.

Covered in moss and denied the light of day, it exuded a quiet sorrow toward the world. Camellia was leaving, but these artifacts should not be buried with her. "It's nothing, Felix. Don't worry about me," she said softly. Seeing her unwillingness to elaborate, Felix did not press further. After instructing his assistants to carefully transport the artifacts, he patted her shoulder before leaving. "Take care of yourself," he said as he departed. Once again, she was alone. The once vibrant Eterna Haven now felt hollow and empty. Her phone buzzed with a notification. It was about Valentina's online book signing event for her new illustration collection.

Marlyn handed her a velvet bundle. Inside: a blade. Silver-edged, carved with the sigil of the Rosewood. Her mother’s. Seraphina took it in hand and stared toward the estate. Kaelion would feel it—the emptiness where the bond had been. And Selene? She would wake. Weakened. Furious. Afraid. Good. Let her be afraid. Seraphina stepped back inside the house and climbed into bed. She didn’t cry. She didn’t speak. She just closed her eyes. Ready to play her part again..