Flower Knights Novels & Stories

His words, though said countless times leading up to this day, brought Violet to tears as she gathered her breath. “I love you too, Leo,” she responds. As the ceremony concludes with their passionate kiss and an endless shower of flower petals, the two could be seen holding hands like it was life itself. Running past the cheering crowd and toward the dance floor, the newly wed couple stayed close as the sun set over the horizon. Wealth, power and success were never seen as beautiful by Leo Whitlock. His only happiness was found in a stray flower that had somehow grown within his garden of frost. Now, the flower has spread to the edges of the garden and promised to forever brave the cold of t

Most of the time, he just clutched the wedding ring in his hand, murmuring one name over and over— "Rena." The only time his dull, vacant eyes showed a flicker of life was when young wolf pups came to the lake to play. Then, he would lift his head and stare at them in a daze as he whispered, "Our children… Rena, look… it's our children!" The wolves of the Blood Moon Pack all said the same thing. "He's lost his mind." Most of them would curse and spat behind him. "Serves him right." The one who cursed him the most was Carissa.

Somehow this year our wolves seem to be bathing in joy and tranquillity, the pack seems more spirited and colourful than ever. "You see that one, my female?" "Which one?" I ask softly squinting to focus on what he is trying to show me. "The apricot coloured one?" "Indeed. It is called 'Juliet's Rose'. It took our pack fifteen years to properly cultivate it. The healer told me It is one of the rarest flowers and my mother took the liberty to plant and grow it here." He utters emeralds lighting up with his admiration of it. It is quite amusing to think that my eyes had never laid upon it despite my deep-rooted interest in flowers. I have been here for years yet why does it seem as though I was

Anaztasia declared as she calmly drank a glass of punch. “If a lily can negate a black rose, then we can use the lily as a shield then. Am I right, Romaine?” Hemera asked, her firm gaze looking straight at Romaine. “You are right. But—“ “But what?” “That is the last lily here in Shamrock. We were lucky that Thalia had kept a single one of that flower…” Romaine responded sorrowfully. “That flower that we just drank is not just an ordinary lily of the valley. It is one of the Mighty Five.”

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

Camp Atlantis had done great work in inculcating new principles and responsibilities in our lives. I was enjoying the morning view in the garden with my mug of tea. I loved to see the mist on flowers and leaves. Watching the water droplets doing their best to survive refreshes, my soul. It was my involuntary reflection that turned me back with the sounds of the steps. I was surprised to see Zayn standing right behind me. "Umm..., Good morning Zayn" I did my best to act normal. I still hated the idea that we were not friends. But my instincts said that I should not meddle with this person.

The closer the day drew, the more she wished she could skip it entirely. Sitting on her favorite marble bench between two perfectly manicured forest-green shrubs, she took in a rainbow of flowers. The tulips had always been her favorite, particularly the violet and blush ones, although today it was the rich crimson of the roses that caught her attention. The flower garden was the one place where she could rest assured her mother, Queen Rona (who bore the ridiculous title Empress of All the Lands East of the Galacial Mountains and Queen of the Provinces South of the Compazional Sea) would never seek her out. That wasn’t to say that she wouldn’t send someone else to find her wayward daughter o

But Killian appeared to be an exception, and Amaya secretly admired that about him. His mother let out a chuckle at her son's excited reaction and asked, "What brings you guys here?" "We were just admiring your splendid flowers, mother. I thought staying indoors would be a bit dull," Killian responded, lowering himself to examine the vibrant blossoms. Elizabeth nodded approvingly, mimicking her son's posture as she joined him. "Do you know what this particular flower is?" Amaya directed her gaze towards the object of interest, discovering a cluster of vivid orange flowers adorned with dark spots resembling either black or deep crimson on their petals, which gracefully curled backward. Both c

she comments, stepping back to admire her work. Diana, the wise elder with an uncanny knack for calming nerves, cradles a bouquet of blue irises, white roses, and hints of baby's breath, signifying faith, purity, and everlasting love, respectively. Her wise eyes meet mine, offering silent reassurance. Other she-wolves from the Blackfang pack are scattered around, some assisting with my gown, others setting up an assortment of floral arrangements and aromatic candles. The air is thick with the mingling scents of lavender, jasmine, and the earthy perfume of freshly cut roses.

These deceptively delicate flowers would dictate nothing for him. He raised his hand to cast the bouquet aside when a faint, almost ethereal chime reached his ears. His eyes flicked forward instantly. A figure, draped entirely in black, aimed their claws at his throat. Without hesitation, Finn intercepted the blow with the hand clutching the bouquet. The fragile blossoms bore the brunt, scattering into a swirling cloud of petals.