Flower Breathing Novels & Stories

Ben finally found the sack of seeds stored in the ship’s hold and brought it to the deck, where the dragon stood. They were a fascinating flower seeds and had to make sure that they were kept away from any exposure to rain. Extraordinarily, these plants wouldn’t flower in any season. Water could even damage their seeds. Only one element could make them thrive and bloom - dragon fire. Therefore, they were given the name fire dandelions.

Nox rolled her eyes at me, "You got it IN the gardon!" "No! I'm saying he should smell like the mark on--Wait, what?!" I gasped in shock. "I smell like your favorite flower?!" That's what Kirsch said. "Lycoris Radiata is red spider lily?!" That's what I said. "And Taran smells like it, too." And that's what Nox said.

When I saw a group of tiny white blossoms trying to break through the thick pine needles covering the ground, I bent down and brushed the pungent needles aside. After selecting a couple, I rubbed my hands together to release the flower's delicious, spicy aroma. I held out my cupped palms to Aric and said, "Here, sniff." He bent forward and took a smell, seeming doubtful. He then stood back up and added, "Spicy." I sniffed my hands again and told him, "It's phlox." "Once upon a time, my father owned a book about wildflowers. I read it about twenty times before he finally agreed to swap it."

’ "Who's there?" The flower was known as Iron Blossom, but its rich fragrance pervaded the entire space, and Stephen could not help but feel a little dizzy. And although he knew that there must be something wrong with this fragrance, he was still inhaling some of it through the cover, and even if it was just a little bit, it was enough to cause him to lose consciousness gradually. "You know the flowers are blooming, and yet you’re acting so casually." Feeling that Stephen was starting to lose consciousness, the person hiding behind him finally stepped out, and he even had a gas mask on.

She still felt somewhat worried. In the Turner family garden, vast stretches of red roses were in full bloom. Due to special cultivation techniques, these roses grew like they were on trees. There was a small path between each tree, and as people walked through, the faint fragrance of the flowers would stick to them, leaving them in a relaxed and peaceful mood.

In the upstairs bedroom, the chilling night breeze carried the intoxicating scent of flowers. Blair sat on the sofa on the bedroom balcony and stared grimly at the roses in the garden downstairs. Even though the roses had withered, the air was thick with floral scent. Blair took a sip of wine, unable to shake off the irritation. He grabbed his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart. “I’m sorry. The number you’ve dialed is unreachable at the moment.”

"See this? Do you remember this flower?" Diane enthusiastically asked as she lifted a blue flower against Xander's face, filling his vision with the oblong-ovate petals which tickled his nose. "Calm down. Its too close." Xander said as he gently pressed Diane's hand down, breathing the clear fresh air before turning to face her.

She could only stare, her lips parted in surprise. Beautiful multicolored birds flew gaily around the garden, flapping their beautiful wings. The air smelt fresh and held sweet fragrance coming from the blossoming flowers. The moon had taken it's place in the night sky, it's beams highlighting the beauty of the night. There was something so relaxing about being in the garden.

She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the pure, rejuvenating air, and set off on her journey. The ground beneath her feet felt soft and welcoming, covered with a thick carpet of moss that cushioned each step. Vibrant wildflowers bloomed along the edges of the winding path she followed, their petals displaying an array of colours, from delicate pastels to bold, vibrant hues. Butterflies fluttered gracefully from flower to flower, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the already enchanting scene.

“Hold on. Are we going to discuss how you felt about that smell? That smell came from a zombie!” "You might not have noticed, but the flower by my bedside is actually a very rare plant called 'Dokijuan. Any bad smell around it is absorbed by the flower, which releases a sweet smell instead like a natural perfume. The flower feeds on the bad smell. In general, the stronger the bad smell, the better the perfume released. It's too bad you weren't skilful with your appraisal. Hahaha!” Amy retorted, "No wonder your room smells good to me every time I enter."