Flame Flower Novels & Stories

She answered her husband as she said, "Yes, a piece of wood or coal that is not burning, but is still red and hot after a fire has died." "What about Flame?" "The glossy part of the fire, cuddly bear," Saavi replied pulling Dhruv's nose. "What importance does an Ember hold to the Fire, love?" Dhruv waited for his love to answer who in reply said to him, "Ember ignites the fire and in its absence, the flame dies." "Exactly, just like that, you are important to me. You are the ember to my flame and without you, I will die." Saavi smiled as a happy tear when left her eye she confessed, "I love you, Dhruv. You are The Ember To My Flame."

in my mothers voice. “You’re not real.” I screamed. “Yes we are” a tree growled behind me. I search around I know he’s here somewhere, but where. The only thing here are flowers. That’s it he’s got to be hiding in one of them. I focus on the small flowers around me and one by one they ignite into flames until a small flower barely a foot tall lets out a blood curling scream, a black creature with purple eyes darts out at me. I throw fire balls at him but he’s so tiny and fast I miss every time.

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

Each place setting is meticulously arranged, with fine porcelain plates and glistening silverware, shimmering under the soft glow of the candlelight. As the candle flames flicker, casting a warm and intimate glow, a centerpiece of vibrant red roses takes center stage. The roses are carefully arranged, their petals unfurling gracefully, radiating a passionate allure. They are nestled in a crystal vase, their fragrance filling the air and weaving a tapestry of romance that envelops the room.

Contained in the pool of light was a simple rustic table with a long golden box placed upon it, stood on top of the box was a small vase containing a single white flower, its petals closed giving the impression it was sleeping. Brother Andrew saw Annie staring at the flower. “Ipomoea alba.” he said quietly. Annie frowned at him questioningly. “Or more commonly known as the Moonflower, it only blooms at night, its petals open when the moon rises.” he explained. “It is said that Menai wore them in her hair.”

"Here, take my hand. Even if you fall, I'll be there to help you stand back up again" His Flower's Point Of View The thick stench of blood was strong in the smoke filled air. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent. My instincts had me gagging, maybe too loudly. Another scream echoed from not too far away and I squeezed my eyes shot, willing the horrifying sound of pain to disappear. A small sound of desperation escaped my parted lips and I froze in my position. That was loud. More loud than I thought it would be.

“Sir, I haven't found that person yet! Viola couldn't ask anything from Sylvia's mouth, she was already in a coma. But I suspect it's a woman with great disguise, he used his false identity to blend in with the servants." “How is her condition, do you have any other treatment, Henris?” Liam asked worriedly. “No, currently this method of dialysis is the best. I heard from the treating doctor that the poison she has is poison of the Tenula species, a parasitic plant in the rainforest, not much is known about it. this plant. But don't worry, I have many friends who work at the research institute, I will ask them to find out. If there's an antidote, she'll probably wake up soon."

, he paused. “So, I’m narrating and the both of you are cuddling”, he said jokingly and everyone looked at Bruno and Enola and they separated from each other. ‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

He held the power to bring a smile to my face when I was going through unbearable pain. It glowed lighter. revealing a pair of eyes, it was also a part of a burning fire. My lower lip trembles from all the emotions consuming me, he was here he was holding me. I couldn't speak and just stared at him. A black wing sparking with an amber glow rested on my forehead and a bright red flower landed on my chest, cracking sparkles around it. I had read about it in the Herbology book. FlammaFlos! It's a powerful plant and the Queen of Faerie guards them. I saw Cassandra but her sight wasn't clear. It's given for a new life.