Flower Hashira Novels & Stories

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.

After what she said, Alpha Arther now places his chin to her head causing Letitia to feel irritated a bit but she can't do that as she is afraid that Alpha Arther might behead her in an instant. "Stop mentioning her name, if you are talking about my sickness of wanting to be with her, it has already been resolved. She uses the twin flower of Pumisley Flower. I know for sure you already know about it since I have heard from Beta Scott that you already read all the books here in my library."

Inside I could see a… flower? “This is the essence of nightshade.” She started. “A rare flower that only blooms under the full moon.” It was similar to the glass rose back at the castle. “Since we are battling a poison made by a god, we will be needing this. It's a key ingredient if we want to fight this.” She continued. “But, we need more than just this.” “What else?” Ava asked. “The blood of a mate who has completed the mating ritual.” Seraphina looked between the both of us. “It must be given willingly.”

It was unheard of and, at the same time, unbelievable. "Is that what I think it is?" I asked before even walking to get closer. "Yes, it is the sacred flower," he said, and I smiled at how precious it was. The Goddess was said to have a sacred flower, a silvery rose that was bright and from which you could get a very good elixir that helped with curses placed on werewolves. Sometimes, it turned out that a lineage was cursed by some situation, and depending on what happened, they could have various signs and symptoms, so the elixir helped to alleviate them.

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.

She ran her hands over her body, making sure there were no injuries, while continuing to observe her surroundings. Something caught her attention. She stepped forward and picked up a white flower crown. "This is a lumira flower," she said, naming the flower used as a symbol in the blessing ceremonies for a new Alpha and Luna, as well as other sacred rituals related to them. "So have I been transported back to the time when Usher and I were newly blessed?" The possibility seemed logical and lifted Vione's spirits. It seemed she had been sent far back into the past, giving her a wide-open chance to change the future.

"Summon Elder Pei and Beta Prime Marcus to the Royal Study immediately!" *** The Phantom Nightshade bloomed only once every five years. Its petals were a deep, bruising purple that emitted a strange, intoxicating fragrance. Under the moonlight, the flower seemed to refract light like shattered stars—breathtakingly beautiful, yet fatal. It was known as the Flower of Death. If a wolf ingested even a speck, their insides would liquefy within moments. Its cultivation was notoriously difficult, requiring a specific balance of soil and shade. Many high-born she-wolves in the Royal Capital had attempted to grow it for its beauty, but only one had succeeded: Beta Prime Marcus’s daughter, Cassandra.

A deep frown settles on my face. “An expiration date? You mean… when he will die?” She nods slowly. “It is an old prophecy that only a few people know, including my late father.” She squints as if trying to recall the exact words. “It goes something like this: ‘And the last immortal descendant of the Varkis shall die by the hands of the ficklest, loveliest flower.’ Something close to that.” She sighs. “Ever since the incident with Astrea, I heard he has been searching for that flower. It is the only thing that keeps him sane. The knowledge that one day, he will finally die and rejoin her.”

As they dragged themselves up, Shiela reached into the pocket of her uniform and pulled out something. “Here. When you shifted, your uniform tore and the flower fell. So I picked it up.” Laura stared at the flower. It was otherworldly—it’s petals shimmered like stars, glowing faint soft blue hue. As she reached out, it pulsed once gently. “Miguma?” Laura called out “I’m here.” Miguma replied. “I won’t eat this flower just yet, but promise me you will be quiet. I will try my best not to get angry. Okay?”

They were not being cast. They were happening. Ari sat at the edge of the ridge, holding a single bloomflower in her palm. It had grown from stone. No soil. No sun. A single stalk with five petals one for each of the original Circle. But the color was unfamiliar. A near-black indigo, humming faintly with resonance. The petal curled slightly toward her thumb, as if responding to her pulse. Ari frowned. “Liraeth,” she whispered. She had not heard the name. But something inside her pulsed in answer