Flame Flower Novels & Stories

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.”

There were curious-looking scales on their body, making them look like a bundle of flames from afar. "Haha…" Heather could not help but giggle at their astonishment. She then grabbed one of the fish skillfully and plucked off two of its scales as she explained, "These fish are extremely rare. They live deep in the ocean. They're called Flamefish. Their scales are soft but sturdy and very good for mending broken boats. "That powder I just sprinkled into the ocean was seaflower pollen." Just like the Flamefish, seaflowers only grow deep in the ocean. They give off a peculiar scent, powerful enough to attract the Flamefish. They'll do whatever it takes to get a whiff of it."

Light sweat shone on his forehead and he ran his hands through his hair to tidy them. He looked like an adorable little kid and would very well pass as my little brother. “I think the blue flame gets its name from the shiny blue color that it radiates from its petals. It is a massive flower and is somewhere deep in the forest. But as far as I know, legends say that it is blessed by the moon Goddess so you can’t touch it without its permission. Any attempts to pluck or harm it results in serious injuries to whoever tries to near it with ill intentions.

“No. The flames you get when you burn a flower.” “Oh.” I tensed my brows slightly. “What a sweet way of making sweet flames. Burn the flower. Makes complete sense to me. But what flower is the most nutritious?” “That’s the problem here. You see phoenix as babies are very delicate and picky eaters. Every individual has their own taste, so we need to experiment and see what suits its taste. My mother’s phoenix loves eating flames of burning camellias, especially red camellias, which are rare to find.”

After Ryan left yesterday, I spent the entire day drawing and labeling each ingredient we’ll need for the antidote, including the rare flower the healers told me is probably gone forever. While researching the Moonlight Fire Lily, I found that it only blooms in full moonlight as well as only blooming in the wild. The image in Sarina’s plant species book was orange and red with hints of yellow at the tips of the petals, making it bright and hopefully easy to locate.

Running like this and being one with nature gives me the feeling of the most freedom. After a while, I slowed down and stopped when my eye caught on a bush of red flowers. Sunflame Iris— just what I was looking for. I still didn’t have the spellbook that my mother showed me when I was a kid but among the ones I had studied and remembered, this one is part of the more advanced spells I could cast. The spell has rarer herbs, the sunflame iris, that can’t be found in the North easily. I need it to create an eternal flame for the upcoming harsh winter. It can be distributed in Main Helios and it would be a great help for the kingdom that’s why I persevered to find the plant.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."

- Which flower do you want me to start with? She stopped to look at the flowers and with her hand pointed to the first one that caught her attention. - This one is brown. - she said. - This flower comes from the Billabong Kingdom: it is a kingdom of temporary drought, every year it rains six months in a row, and then comes the six months of blindness. They hire their young children to make holes as fountains to store water for the hard times, the flower only appears in the deepest holes, being called earth, their petals are used to make a black wine. Their petals are used to make a black wine, which if drunk in too much quantity can lead to death.

The scorched path which stretched deeper into the cavern slowly began to descend in temperature as they came close to a lone isle, bearing a single tree with its roots enlaced with blooming flower beds. Mikhail was in awe, gaping at the sea of vivid red as the flower bed closely resembled the lava that they had spent the past hour or so avoiding falling into. The petals of said flowers were patterned as molten lava and its pistil was the colour of dark amber. It looked dangerous to touch directly, yet the urgency of the matter made Mikhail unconsciously move towards it, reaching out to touch it carelessly.

And snapped her fingers. The sound split through the garden. Fire bloomed at the tip of her finger. It was neither red nor orange, colors too ordinary, too mortal. This flame was dark gold, alive with an almost sentient glow, its edges licked with violent, living violet. It did not flicker, rather it pulsed. The flame stretched upwards, unnaturally tall, bending without wind, moving as though it breathed. The temperature dropped instead of rising. Frost laced across the stone beneath her boots in thin, creeping fractures.