Flower Knights Novels & Stories

I hope that news will at least distract her, even if my beast is still clawing at my skull with the anger he has no idea where to direct. Something at the bottom of the golden wreath catches my eye and I lean in closer to get a better look. five silver flowers poke up from amidst the wolfsbane. In the centre is a lily, either side of that a daffodil, and beside each daff is a daisy.

“I smelled something strange. Sweet. And on the porch… there was a bouquet of Black Moon Flowers. I’m telling you the truth—I didn’t even know they existed.” He studied my face for a moment before finally nodding. “It’s true. Very few in the world know about them. Outside of our pack, they are just myths. The flowers only bloom when there's a Founding Blessing. But not here. They belong to the Dark Moon Pack.” My chest tightened. “Dark Moon?” “Some call them Black Moon. It’s a forbidden territory. Nobody goes in. Nobody comes out.” “Then how did the flowers come here?” I asked, almost breathlessly.

All I could do was silently cry and wait, hoping he would return to me safe and whole. At that moment, there was a knock. “Prince. Princess,” the housekeeper said. “There is an invitation from the Palace.” “From whom?” Lucian asked. “The Queen,” he replied. “She invites Princess Layla to the Moon Flower Sightseeing Ceremony.” I frowned. “What is that?” Lucian explained, “Moon flowers bloom only once a year, during this month. They are considered jewels of the Moon Goddess. On the tenth day of their bloom, the palace hosts a ceremony. It is like a tea gathering. Nobles from far and near are invited to witness it.”

Anastasia has a glowing crown over her heart, and someday, I will as well. “You remember our daughters? Daisy, Hyacinth, Gladiola, and Iris.” Fanella had wanted to name all her children after flowers. It’s common for sprites, in particular, to name their children after plants and flowers. Obviously, Christopher didn’t mind. “Hello everyone, welcome to Araphyra.” “Hello Lady Princess, Lily.” “Do you know how many unmated males there are in the castle?” “Do you know if there are any in the surrounding forest?”

I thought the flower was shattered in pieces now after Doctor Juno took its roots away while the Mages extracted something from its stem and petals, but now the flower was whole again. It was a claw-shaped flower with white and red colored petals which hangs facing downward. Violet caressed the queen’s face so lovingly and slowly; she opened Kate’s mouth. She crushed the flower as she started chanting. She poured the flower which had turned into dust inside Kate’s mouth. The knights and the guests who had been infuriated by what Violet was doing to the queen attempted to catch her, but the king stopped them when he raised his hand. He stood still beside Mira; hope was written in their eyes a

The bodies of these lamps are carved with very special symbols, symbols that mark something mysterious that can only be found in the Knight kingdom. Along the path that Miren and Drake were invited to enter, there was a row of black roses arranged in a row. This room takes on an air that is even more mysterious and fantastical than usual thanks to the heady, passionate scent of black roses. Sounds of animals, birds, and even insects rustling and chirping could be heard coming from the direction of the forest. They seemed to know what day it was, so they yelled at each other to hurry up and get out of there as soon as they could. The sound that they made indicated that there was fear and pani

They were digging at the plot near the picket fence beside the golden nugget squashes. “Yes, just a bunch will you and do the cockscomb,” said the witch to her servant. “Herbie, get the cockscombs!” “Huh? Hee-hee-hee!” Herbie babbled, wondering what had been ordered by the goat-head. “The flowers shaped like a chicken’s comb– we can call it brain flower if we want brains,” said Siegfried. Although shaped like a chicken’s comb, the flowers were also called tornados as their blossoms were like a twisting storm cloud. These were planted everywhere around the garden. Helia had tea roses too at the entrance of her cavern kitchen. Pink, white and red roses blooming and climbing up the bluff.

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

"They look completely dead." "Oh, they aren't dead. They're just incredibly selective," Maeve whispered, her voice dropping to a strange, intense tone. "You see, these aren't regular flowers. They only open up under the direct presence of the ancient, royal Lycan blood lines. The pure blood.“ "Well, Cassian must come down here a lot then," I said, letting my fingertips gently brush against the edge of the closed purple petal. The exact second my skin made contact with the flower, a sudden, blinding flash of silver light erupted from the center of the orchid.