Flora Winx Novels & Stories

My eyes trailed off to Chris who was sneaking in another treat. She didn’t wait for my answer, spinning around flipping her hair in my face, “I’m going in, “ she gleamed, and without further notice, walked towards Chris, leaving me gagging trying to get the taste of her hairspray out of my mouth, “ yes, you do that, flippy," I gagged. I approached the two with a slight sigh, maintaining a short distance. Britney had snuck up on Chris from behind, covering his eyes with her hands so naturally now we had reached the awkward part, his hand’s feeling up her arm to get a clue of who it was.

"I promise." Freya released a shaky breath. Then she smiled. A real smile this time. "Good girl." That night her mother taught her for the first time on how to encourage flowers to wilt. At first, Maya hated it. Every of her instinct rebelled. Creating felt natural. Destroying did not. She especially felt sad because flowers seemed to mourn when they died. But Freya remained patient. Again and again. Day after day. Until Maya learned it, becoming the only Rona in Valir’s court to be able to wilt flowers.

“You? You are not on the roster. Your skills are in laundry and mending, not in the fine arts of the royal kitchens.” “I learn quickly,” Flora insisted, her voice trembling but firm. “I know the basic duties. I will work twice as hard. Please, Head Omicron. Do not let my sister be punished for something she cannot control.” Mara studied her, her sharp gaze missing nothing. Flora was smaller than Lena, more delicate in build, with wide, fearful eyes that seemed to take up half her face. But there was a stubborn set to her jaw that Mara hadn’t seen before. It was the look of a cornered animal willing to do anything to protect its own.

Lyra moved through the preparations like she'd been born to it, her hands weaving flowers into perfect spirals, her voice never rising above that carefully modulated tone as she directed the other women. Every single gesture was perfect, and her every word was measured. She was less like a person and more like a machine designed specifically to be the perfect Luna. I, on the other hand, managed to destroy a garland within the first five minutes and somehow got flower petals stuck in my hair despite not being anywhere near the flower-cutting station. "The key," Lyra said, demonstrating with a particularly stubborn bunch of roses, "is to maintain gentle but firm pressure. Allow the stems to gu

Flora looked around her all the time. Claude was nowhere to be seen when she needed to talk to him as soon as possible. Staying around Roxana was the best. But Flora was anxious so she excused herself and went into the hallway to look for Claude. The anxiety made Flora not pay attention to Jack who came after her. But suddenly as she walked in the long corridor, she felt a shiver. And she immediately knew what it was. She turned to look solemn and saw Jack behind her, smiling as the devil he is:

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."

Aunt LIL asked me "Her fur is all-white with black around the ears and green eyes. She is beautiful and different. I have never seen a wolf like her," I said "What do you mean?" Aunt Lil asked "Her wolf's fur has a five-star pentagram symbol on her right cheek that is gold," I said "That is weird; I have never seen a wolf with a witch symbol on them." Aunt Lil said "Is something wrong with me?" Rose asked worriedly "Of course not, Flower. It is just different," I said reassuringly.

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

The same dream same again with the black and white wolf but this time another wolf knocked it away from me, beautiful brown fur with strands that seemed to sparkle gold in the moon light. "Chica it's time to wake up." The honey smooth voice whispered. I opened my eyes to a girl my age maybe slightly older, her beautiful curly black hair was pinned up. Her smile was slightly crooked but it reached her dark brown eyes. She was gorgeous, her milk choclate skin seemed flawless; she didn't look like anyone in the pack so the only thing that made since was she was visiting from abother pack. "Wayne was worried you'd find trouble. I am sorry I got here to late to help before though." She reached ou

Kyra has such a deep affection for the lotus that she even creates her essential oil perfume from the flower and wears it in addition to her regular fragrance. Because of this, Miren has an exceptionally pleasant and profound association with the aroma of lotus; in fact, one could say that it is the scent of her mother, evoking the serene memory of Kyra gently embracing Miren in her younger years. Suddenly, there was a very pleasant chirping sound coming from outside the window. The sound of all of them chirping together is charming. A large, old tree that is located right next to Miren's window is home to several small birds. They awoke before Miren and were trembling in the rays of the war