Flower Legends Novels & Stories

I took my time to point out each of the different species, telling her interesting facts about each one. "And this one is called 'Love in the Mist'," I said, pointing to a delicate blue flower that was in front of us. "Legend has it that if you pick it and give it to someone, you will be guaranteed their love forever." She giggled sheepishly. "Well, in that case, you'd better pick one for your mate when you find her." I smiled and plucked a stem of the Love in the Mist, handing it over to her. She was shocked but she accepted it and inhaled its sweet fragrance wearing a contented smile on her face.

While our herb collection was impressive by most pack standards, the Alpha’s garden married both form and function. The centerpiece was a large water installation, a fountain surrounded by nodding, bell-shaped flowers in brilliant shades of yellow, orange, and red. I stepped closer, unable to resist the pull of their vibrant beauty. “Lilium canadense,” I murmured. “Canada lily.” I picked a sprig of the blooms, holding them in my hand. Feeling a surge of confidence, I turned back to Draven. “These are symbols of strength, commitment, and new beginnings,” I said, carefully tucking the stem inside Draven’s vest pocket.

Albert Crousse and La France fluttered in the silent wind , Chelsea loved these two especially La France with its exquisite charming look , that pink splattered with crimson was simply beautiful and their mild fragrance was enchanting . But that was not the complete truth , she indeed loved Peonies because they weren't intoxicating like roses but she loved them because these flowers were the ones Rogue had given her on the day of their engagement . Peonies signified happy marriage and when Rogue gifted her these flowers , she was over the moon . She believed Rogue gave her these peonies because just like her , he wanted a happy marriage with her but -

she pointed to a cluster of blood red flowers with teeth in the petals, "...will absolutely melt your tongue off. Don’t sniff it." “Got it. Death flower. Check.” I made a note in the little journal I’d summoned from my N.O.V.A. this morning. It even had a sparkly pen. Gods help me, I loved it. "That one?" Lila gestured to a blue mossy patch. "Harmless! But if you step on it, it sings folk songs from the Underrealm for, like, hours." “Terrifying.” “It has a banjo,” she added. I stared at her.

Flora--and Drew. That seemed odd to him. He knew that Flora Bigsby had been cast as the little girl, Zoey Zooly, the one that would help him fight the zombie unicorns, but he wasn’t sure who Drew was or what character she would be playing. Or could it be a guy? Had they decided to cast a person as one of the unicorns instead of using the CGI he’d been told about? “Hello,” a woman dressed in a matching red skirt and jacket with a white, ruffled shirt beneath it said in a thick French accent, seeming to appear out of the shadows like a specter. “I’m Gen.”

Netflix is a billion-dollar industry because they show us what we want to see, everything this miserable planet have no more. But we being the fools we always intend to trust that. We don't have supernaturals, we don't have sparkles in our eyes and as far as I am concerned we certainly don't have flying horses either. All we have so far is a force of attraction, mistaken for love. The nature playing tricks, on our brains smaller than a football. Next time you don't know why you find a person beautiful or why you've got a tiny butterfly running inside your stomach, or why the pretty girl is always right, know it's because you are your apple-sized-heart is taking control. Letting your heart th

Death was far too common to make such promises. “Miss Luna,” they whispered, getting her attention. “I have something to give you.” They touched a leaf from the vines hanging off their head. Instantly, the leaf curled itself around their wooden finger. With a light pull, the leaf came off and dried itself, still in a perfect ring. They held it out in their open palm to her. Hesitantly, Claire reached out and picked up the leaf. Confused, she looked back at the dryad, who wore a soft expression. “If you wish to get in contact with me, burn the ring beginning at the petiole.” Claire nodded, pocketing the gift carefully. “Good luck, Miss Luna.”

“Sir, I haven't found that person yet! Viola couldn't ask anything from Sylvia's mouth, she was already in a coma. But I suspect it's a woman with great disguise, he used his false identity to blend in with the servants." “How is her condition, do you have any other treatment, Henris?” Liam asked worriedly. “No, currently this method of dialysis is the best. I heard from the treating doctor that the poison she has is poison of the Tenula species, a parasitic plant in the rainforest, not much is known about it. this plant. But don't worry, I have many friends who work at the research institute, I will ask them to find out. If there's an antidote, she'll probably wake up soon."

Images of the lake and him following her around in his house came up making his cheeks heat up as she continued, "Come closer. It's bloomed now so it's prettier to gaze at." Leonidas did as she asked, his eyes on the flowers that had a mixture of yellow, white and red petals. "I have never seen anything like it." "Narcissus rainbow mix are rare." She replied, "I grew them myself from seedlings." She had not looked at him yet and the close proximity between them had his heart racing and his throat clenching up. "I-" "Do you know the story about Narcissus?" A leather gloved hand of hers brushed the petals gently, her voice low and soft.

The atmosphere was serene and filled with a sense of reverence, a sacred space dedicated to the worship of the Moon Goddess. I remember Father told me that Mother loved lavender flowers. As Mother established Her divine temples across every kingdom, She chose to adorn them with Her favorite flower, lavender. These were no ordinary lavender flowers, for they held a sacred connection to the Temple of the Moon Goddess. These unique blooms could not be transplanted elsewhere, for their essence was deeply intertwined with this sacred place. Any attempts to steal or cultivate them outside the temple would prove futile, as they would refuse to grow in any other land.