Flower Knights Novels & Stories

Ethan brought flowers, which Rosa received with the expression of someone who approved of flowers as an offering, even when they were unnecessary. It is just the four of them. No extended family, no friends, no twenty-three people in a Begur castle at sunset. Just the small version — the Sant Andreu kitchen, the lemon-patterned tablecloth, the bowls on the shelf, the four people who form the innermost circle.

Clio said and Erica smiled. Amidst the foliage, fantastical creatures were present in the garden, “What are those?” Erica said as she saw tiny men in the garden walking through the flowers. They were so tiny that one of them could fit in her palm. “Those are called Xotika, they take care of the garden.” Xotikas were flitting through the trees, their laughter tinkling like wind chimes they were dancing on sunbeams, their wings glimmering with iridescent hues; there were colorful birds as well, their colorful wings flowing as they grazed on the nectar-filled blossoms.

The phone moves until I see Leo’s face, frowning and cold as ever; a deception because he is a person who really cares. “You added the blush pink tone too,” I say, feeling emotional as I pick up the card. The satin shine to the ivory letter holds the faintest hint of pink. “Yeah, it’s only fair since it’s what you wanted, and this concept was yours.” “Come on, open it. I haven’t seen the finished product,” Azura adds curiously. “Yeah, either open that box or I will, and what the hell is Schattenblüte?” “It’s derived from Shadow Blossoms, it’s in German,” I explain.

Al slightly frowned, "Isn't this a home for night butterflies? The place is a flower and these women are the butterflies." "Yes. That's what the Night Flower means," Gail muttered to himself. #to be continued in Chapter 6.7 - Human World

No one cowered or ran away. This was not a kingdom of monsters. This was just... a kingdom. One full of normal people living normal lives. Everything Moonstone taught me about Shadowfang was a lie. "What are they called?" I asked. One of the warriors rode close enough to hear me. "Those flowers by the road." She looked at me suspiciously. "Moonbells. They only bloom at night." "They are beautiful." "Why do you care?" "Because I never knew they existed. We were told nothing beautiful grew in Shadowfang and we only just found out about your kingdom recently. He said that it was all darkness and evil."

“I’m no genius, but I’m pretty sure even I know that code daddy dearest was talking in was referring to us.” Ghost scoffed, then snorted, then shook his head incredulously. “Who’s who then?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Knight clicked his teeth. “You’re the orchids. He said they’re commonly used in funerals. Funerals happen in graveyards, which is commonly where ghosts are found.” He shot a finger gun at Ghost. “Fire lily is Damon, clearly. I’m the moonflowers.” Shadows snaked across the floor, rolling over the wood like a dark fog. He gestured down at the sea of darkness. “Duh. And Caius is the rose, because he’s a prickly ass bastard.”

“Is that rose flowers over there?’’ I pointed at the small section of red flowers a few steps away, excitement budding in my stomach at the thought of finally getting to see roses in reality. I marched down towards them without waiting for Redrine's reply. I could swear that I heard her mention that it wasn't roses but my excitement had the better part of my head. “Don't pluck it, my lady.’’ She screamed. I got a groin, extremely shaken by her ardent scream. I could only watch as she rushed down to me. “I'm sorry if I scared you. They are not roses, they are nothing close to roses, Luna. And authorities highly prohibit anyone from touching them.’’ She explained. I couldn't find any sense in

I couldn’t hold back my tears at the sight of my own body. I stepped forward and gently brushed my hand over my face. The faint trace of tears still lingered on my skin. Before I could fully process what was happening, Lucas lunged toward me, frantically clearing away the flowers around my body. His voice was shaking, almost desperate. “Clara has asthma... there can’t be flowers in the house. The pollen will make her sick. Why would you surround her with flowers?”

She was looking beautiful in her Pink flowers work lehenga with heavy border and a deep cleavage green blouse with golden work over and a green net dupatta with thin border with stone embedded on it Once she was done she walked outside and bumped with someone. " ugh! Can't you see or what? Always coming in my way." Aarhan said angrily "I am sorry." Shayari said though she is not at fault but arguing with him means banging your own head at the wall so she chose the easy way "what the fuck are you wearing?" he asked as he looked at her from head to toe carefully His Anger held no bound when he saw her cleavage on display. He felt like locking her inside the room and teaching her a lesson. Th

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.