Flower Legends Novels & Stories

Madeleine Júlia Cordeiro lives in a quiet, plant-filled apartment in the rougher part of Chicago. She’s twenty-one, broke, vegan, and studying animal science at the local community college. She cries over rescue dogs, talks to her plants like they’re her best friends, and thinks violence is something that only happens in action movies. Her life is calm, predictable, and painfully ordinary. Until he bleeds all over her floor. Adriano Capone is violence in human form—shot, hunted, and very much the kind of man her sweet little heart should run from. He’s everything she hates: violent, dangerous, cruel in the way only a mafia prince can be. He’s everything she’s sworn to avoid but he's hurt and Maddie has a soft spot for lost things. So, she stitches him up. And he stitches himself into her life. He's the devil incarnate. She's never even slapped someone. But fate doesn't care about perfect matches... It threw fire into the hands of a flower girl.

My fiance, Henry Gordon, was two hours late to our vows on our wedding day. Just as he was catching his breath and about to say ‘I do’, he received a call from his secretary, Yvonne Luther. After hanging up, he looked at me apologetically. “Honey, my useless team can’t handle the personnel appointment of the financial team on their own. They’re insisting that I head back! I’ll make it up to you with another wedding later on.” I told him that I understood though I felt disappointed, because he was at a critical stage in his career. However, the moment he left without hesitation, I tossed the ring on my finger into the venue’s flower bed and announced to everyone that the wedding was cancelled. I had to see for myself who would ask Henry, a mere minority shareholder, to make such a significant decision without consulting me, the chairperson. He did not know that just a few hours earlier, I had taken back the ‘gift’ I gave him and reclaimed my position as the company’s chairperson.

As the sunsets over Grey Moon, the atmosphere changes from happy and carefree to chilling and dreadful. There is a party going on to celebrate the birth of Alpha Jermey’s daughter. Most packs consider a girl as firstborn a disgrace but here it does not matter. The pack members had waited patiently for the birth of their next leader, whether it be a boy or a girl, they knew either way the baby would be strong because the Alpha was a Kolana wolf and their Luna was a Mattra wolf, they were wolves of legends as they were the last of their kind. These wolves were once feared around the world and known for their strength and quickness. They were white as snow and as big as a tractor. They also had special abilities that helped them in battle and running a pack. As most know, the Kolana wolves and the Mattra wolves were created by the moon goddess herself. No one knew exactly why they were created but after the last war with the Lycans, they had been decimated to the brink of extinction. The remaining wolves had gone into hiding and only their packs knew of their existence. The Alpha and Luna of Grey Moon had been thrown together in a union to preserve their species by their parents before they passed away.

On my birthday, my mafia husband, Alessandro, didn't come home to celebrate with me. He sent a bodyguard with a bouquet of wilting roses and a text message: [Picked these myself from the garden. Happy birthday, love.] A moment later, his right-hand woman, Chloe, posted an Instagram story. It was a fifty-thousand-dollar custom flower box, filled with black roses, their petals embedded with crushed diamonds. The caption read: [My Capo says, "If you love me, you show me devotion that never dies."] I didn't storm the casino to confront him. I just packed my bags and prepared to leave the city. The first day I was gone, word got back to me that Alessandro couldn't care less. He blew a ring of cigar smoke and said, "The world out there is dangerous. She'll be back in a few days, begging me to take her back." The first month I was gone, Alessandro tracked me down with an international call. "I'll buy you a villa in the Heights. Just come back, okay?" But a villa was never what I wanted.

Violet Hathaway is a skeptical young woman who has never believed in the legends of her small town. Daughter of a traditional family, she never imagined that the supernatural was part of her daily life. Her life changes when she witnesses a vampire murder her family, now Violet is forced to enter the dangerous forest to survive. " — You should have heeded the warnings, human. You should have stayed away from my hunting grounds. Her dark voice made Violet's body tremble. She couldn't believe what she just saw, a man turned into a beast right before her eyes! Her legs were shaking, she couldn't run anymore, she knew that sooner or later he would find her and end her life. — I found you. Her husky voice sounds seductive and she can't help but sigh when she sees his hazel eyes watching her with such intensity. — Now you're mine, little one." The Rise of the Moon Series: BOOK 1

"You're not my Alpha" She yelled and in a flash, the grey wolf with fierce amber eyes had her pinned underneath him. "What did you say?" He growled forcing his paws on her neck. He would kill her if she didn't do something. So in desperation, she did the only thing she could think of. "I, Valentine Fernado, hereby reject you as mate". Werewolves, vampires and Lycans were just myths. If anyone had told her they existed few months ago, she would have had a good laugh. Not until one flower lured her into the hands of Eric Dark, the mad Alpha. A man who had lost his touch with reality. A man who had no control of his emotions. One who couldn't tell right from wrong. One who was broken to the last bit. Then she thought she could tame him.... Until she realised, he'd gotten so used to the dark that he no longer needed light.

CAMILLA I was sold to him, he thinks I am cute and treats me like a trembling maiden but he doesn't know I am using him, he is my tool to get revenge on those who have betrayed me. I am no trembling flower, I am Camilla De Luca and I will have my revenge. But until my plans are executed, I will be his little pet. DANTE I was awestruck, the first day I saw her standing on that stage waiting to be auctioned. She looked so fierce and beautiful and I knew I just had to have her. She is wonderful and I see myself falling for her but that can never happen, I will never love someone again, all love does is hurt me. She is just my pet, nothing more. Dante bought Camilla from an auction, he vows he would never fall for her, but vows can be easily broken especially when feelings are involved. Camilla is set on getting revenge on her father and nothing will stop her not even Dante who is nothing like she expected.

My mother was a traitor. To my pack, I am no better. I'm used to being overlooked. I've been unwanted from the time I was born, and my pack, River Crest, made it abundantly clear every chance they could that I was not welcome. No one and nowhere was safe. I've spent my entire life alone, with no family, no friends, and now, no mate. At 24 years old, unmated and unwanted, I've accepted that I must be one of the mateless. Wretched, forsaken wolves who are cursed to live out their lives alone. Or worse. The legends and histories claim that being a mateless wolf is worse than death. They suggest choosing a mate and forming a bond before madness sets in or the pack rejects me. But I've been rejected. I'm used to the feeling. I thrive in it. Because the more they push me away, the less pain and humiliation I have to face. If I can make it another year unmated, I could face banishment, and I'll finally be free. That's my goal. And I'll be damned if I let anyone get in my way. Even my mate.  

When you are born in the pack, you belong in the group. But as for Lunaris, the only member who can’t be a wolf, that was hard to believe. Because of her circumstances, she was treated as an outsider by her peers. However, the claims that she can’t shift are wrong. She can, but her form is considered taboo in her pack's lore: A panther, another creature of the dark that was born in the darkest cycle of the moon, is prophesied to be the one to destroy the pack. Lunaris knows that if anyone finds out about her secret that she will die instantly. She wanted to leave her tribe, but there are certain rules that one cannot leave until they are of a certain age. But while she was getting closer to her freedom, a phenomenal occurrence happened. Old legends ran in history that when an Alpha is worthy, the lunar goddess would choose their partners for them. A partner who would undoubtedly be the perfect match for them. For Atticus, the next Alpha in line, it was a privilege he vowed to uphold, even though his chosen ‘mate’ appears to keep her distance from him. Mates in their tribe can be chosen freely and can only be binding through consummation. But with her and Atticus, it was different.

In a tale woven with both love and obsession, Adele Romero believed she had mended her shattered heart when she delivered a flower to the grand mansion. Little did she realize that her actions had already captured his attention. He was known as the mysterious figure, harboring a dark obsession that consumed him completely. The lingering desires from their shared past and the chance at redemption compelled him to entrap her in his grasp. This time, he was ready to script their story with spilled blood and possessive intent, and she remained oblivious to his true identity. "Have you ever felt the touch of a rose?" he whispered, his silhouette looming before her. "Yes," she replied, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Each petal holds its own unique allure, painted with shades that evoke fascination. And when you press it against your lips, it imparts a magnificent sensation," his voice husky and laden with desire. In that sacred moment, she felt his lips graze her skin. "You, Adele, are like a rose." "And I yearn to crush this rose beneath the weight of my insatiable craving."