Flower Knights Novels & Stories

Even when Dravon was present they would giggle and laugh. No they dare not. The wind blew my hair backwards. The force was much. Some horses neighed. All soliders were on their horses. Amira ran after me. " My lady! My lady! Here I am.” The night was cold. Every gates were opened. " Tonight we bring Golden Moore down. We fight for our alpha to be brought back.” I lifted a sword." “Yes our lady. You own our lives. We do as you say." All respects paid. I entered the palequin. Amira followed. It bloomed inside. I opened the cover on top. The reflection set in.

"May I? Hunter says gesturing to my mom. I nod. Watching him as he approaches. Hunter puts his hand in his pocket and takes out a small box. He opens it and inside are tiny delicate white flowers. I inhale through my nose. I'm surpringly shocked at how strong they smell for such tiny flowers. A smell unlike any flower I've ever smelt before. Unique. "Our pack believes that once we die we need a gift for the moon to cross over. Females take moon flowers and males take moonstones" "Petite fleur de lune" I whisper with wide eyes. I stare at the tiny flowers in wonder and amazement realising why my father called me after them. "We traditionally place the flowers in hair and the stones in a hand"

"Just follow me and don't talk anymore. By the way, what is your name?" "Celestine Folks," she replied in a low voice. She was hesitant to give him her name but she was scared that it makes the vampire get mad if I don't give him her name. Trevor stares at her for a few seconds. Celestine is a good name for her. He thinks that Celestine is a celestial being because of her beauty. He had lived for a hundred years already but he just saw a woman with this kind of beauty. Celestine's eyes are black as night. Though he sees terror in her eyes he thinks that she was still brave. Because no woman dared to talk back with him. The woman he encountered only knows how to beg for their life. Although C

Creak. Creak. The two men were back on the road, their horses moving at a slow, steady pace, making the ride in the small cart feel easy and comfortable. They passed tall trees lining the path, their shadows casting sharp, shifting patterns on the ground as they journeyed home. The weather had shifted since their departure, and nature seemed to be alive with vibrant color. Flowers bloomed in full display, enhancing the beauty of the landscape. Butterflies fluttered gracefully through the air, their delicate wings shimmering. Birds sang from the treetops, some fluttering in the breeze, their wings spread wide as they danced in the sky. Above them, the sky was a clear, brilliant blue, streaked

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

She questioned as she knew something was odd. “Those are flowers called Azzekeith. A witch’s favorite flower. It’s known to be one of the flower you’d found if you ever have the chance to go to Heaven,” he started his explanation. “Demons loves what they couldn’t have. Those flowers are one of it. But don’t mistaken it as something pretty. It’s a quick poison to kill.” “Then that child is in danger!” Belle gasped, quickly turning back wanting to stop the child from touching the flower for any longer but Leon had stopped her. “Why?” She whispered.

to them, so I’ve learned to ignore their presence in my house. My mom calls them “the intruders” because they always come and go as if this was their home too. I feel the name intruders is appropriate not only because they invade our home, but because they always act suspiciously like they have something important going on aside from the exotic flower import (that’s what my dad’s business does). They always wear suits and have a “don’t mess with me” attitude, which I find really excessive for men who trade flowers from South America and Asia.

The flower radiated a power that seemed to pulse with life, its light casting a mesmerizing aura over the entire glade. As they approached the Moonflower, a mischievous sprite named Lirael materialized before them. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her wings fluttered playfully as she hovered in the air. "Welcome, travelers," she said, her voice like the tinkling of bells. "I am Lirael, the guardian of the Moonflower. You seek its power, do you not?" Xienma nodded, her voice steady. "Yes, we do. We need its magic to confront a great evil."

The armoured woman slightly rolled her eyes sideways thinking, where did her gothic war hammer crashed to? “The flower is not your ordinary flower you know, it is a flower only few cognize and was firstly written by Godmother Mimosa that rained down from outside this world in seeds along with a supreme being during the fight between Him and the Destroyer. It said with the right preparations of the flower it gives the subject unbelievable and unimaginable powers,” as he spoke a traces of light and explosions was seen from above. “Well. I think that is a reason for his strange speed.” “He… he cut down one of the Kirin’s antlers… “ The injured lady spoke in a way one could feel the discomfort i