Flor De La Muerte Novels & Stories

“I'd have loved to use my sniper instead.” Yevgeny shrinked in fear behind him, and this made Her turn to him finally, a cold smile on her face. “Oh, you're the pest left. Those playing should be gone by now.” In a swift moment, Yevgeny was laying lifeless on the ground, not a single wound on his body, but he was dead. In the gambling room, the same had happened. The men she left behind slumped and gone. One thing anyone in the underworld would be foolish to do was get into Viviana's death book, which these fools found themselves in. But of course, only a few really know the real pain.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

A pensive sigh escapes his lips. "What kind of poison?" "Death flower, your highness. It's commonly found in the cold parts of the mountains. The flower itself can kill a human in seconds. It is odorless and tasteless, which may be very tricky to determine. She wouldn't last a day if left untreated." He remained silent and openly stared at the door. The poison Ryan had mentioned was popular on the black market, so he wasn't surprised to know its effect. "I can’t believe this happened to her again."

Looking at each one of them, I sighed. "So it turns out that the Moonflower is grown and harvested in Mexico. It also turns out that only those with Fae blood grasp the abilities I have, which some in Mexico already knew but kept secret. Also, it just so happens that my uncle is the leader of the Mexican Cartel that happens to be growing." I watched as all their eyes widened in shock, and they became speechless at what I had said. Alyssa's mouth opened and closed like a fish as she processed the information. It was a lot of information to process, and I could see the wheels turning in her head.

Flower was the basic code word smugglers usually use for illegal things either living or non-living. "Don't try to threaten me. Just name your Flower. There is nothing I'm not capable of doing", he said in a bit angry tone. I struck his ego string and it hit right. "Apiysurus Laevis", I said. "What's that?" the blonde human asked. "You should know it", I said. Flint looked at his bodyguard. He typed something on his mobile and showed it to Flint. Flint nodded looking at the mobile. "May I know why you need this", he asked showing the Apiysurus Laevis image on his mobile. It's the rarest and one of the most poisonous snakes on earth.

The realization that I was dead and would never again sit with everyone I loved overwhelmed me, and I began to weep uncontrollably. “Clara…” I turned in surprise at the sound of Lucas’s voice. I watched as he approached, a vibrant bouquet of red roses cradled in his arms. I stood frozen as he placed the flowers atop my gravestone. He sighed quietly. For a moment, I feared he could see me. His eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot with exhaustion. Stubble lined his jaw, and no emotion appeared in his gaze. I glanced at the bouquet and laughed softly. “Who brings red roses to a funeral, Lucas? I honestly don’t know what to say to you.”

FLORA "Because of your husband, right?" I said. "Ah, so you know about Diego. Good. That saves us some time." "Marcus told us he died in Prague." Elena's expression darkened. "Diego didn't just die, Flora. He was murdered. He was burned alive in a Romano warehouse fire." Suddenly, I felt my baby kick as if it sensed the tension in the room. "That wasn't Dante's fault," I said.

The blossom opened as if each flower were a book-- a book that was more sculpted divinely than written, the ink infusing into the petals to give them their soft glow while the flowers gave a subtle aromatic fragrance to the graveyard. The moment the warlock made his appearance, their once beautiful petals curled at the edge from Lucindo's black magic. Already their stalks are limp and when I bent to pick some up, their head withered with gravity towards the ground and they remained dry and dead. The dead petals could only symbolize something. Either Lucindo is toxic or he has a death aura surrounding him. "Lucindo!" Dad waved his hand and gave a deep-rooted smile like he was addressing a fri

“.…How about the flower that we were selling in Visma Nation?…has they been doing well over there as well?..” “The Flower….they are already flooding the entire nation by now…everyone were excited by it.”.(Special Agent Marisko) The Flower is a code name for a new addictive drugs that the A.C.I.A had made to do a lot of things, and one of it were to destabilized an entire country by making it’s population become addicted and thus plunged the entire nation into chaos. The Flower actually comes from a Yellow color flower, called the Dragon’s tongue, it has the same effect as cannabis, but with a tad heavy effect of long span hallucination and calming effects, those that use this new type of cig

She shrank back slightly before forcing herself to look pitiful. "You have no idea how terrible I've been feeling," Lily said weakly. "The only thing keeping me going was thinking about you. Without you here, I didn't even want to take my medicine…" Louis's dark expression eased just a little. Noticing this, Lily pressed a hand to her forehead and leaned toward him as if she was about to faint. Carissa rolled her eyes. Snapping back to his senses, Louis shoved Lily away and coldly said, "We found a badly mutilated body by the lake. Rena is dead. At my and Rena's home, I found your fur. Did you have anything to do with Rena's death?"