Flower Sword Novels & Stories

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

The sword was magnificent. I lifted it from the ground and cradled it in my hands, marvelling at the strange patterns which ran up the blade on the one side and wrapped itself around the black leather hilt. Flipping it over, revealed a rose which had been etched into the blade – its stem reaching upward from the tip to the blooming bud just before the hilt. I’m sure that the entire sword weighed less than a feather. “Callista! There you are.” Warrick grumbled as he came up beside me.

She tilted her head to the side as she crept forward, ‘It’s the only thing that truly makes sense: when you arrived at the pack, the curse became stronger. My eyes were drawn to the dagger as I took another step back. It was a beautifully crafted piece but quite a peculiar-looking one as the body of the blade looked to be imbued with something; it almost looked like a flower, a beautiful shade of purple… No. It was Wolfsbane. Holding my hands up in defence, my eyes blurred with my tears, ‘P-Please, that wasn’t me, I promise you…’ I tried to step back again, but I was getting too close to the cliff edge, and I was stumbling all over my dress.

My white fur stood on end. Once she was floating five-storeys high, she released seven swords from the symbolic circles, caging me in place as if I was a prisoner. They were gigantic and in different colors accordingly staying true to what they represented: wind, fire, earth, forest, water, sky, time, and lastly, space. The swords around me created a stronger gravity. I wasn't able to leap out but this didn't worry me. Sofia started chanting and then, the swords began to glow even brighter.

"Okay but, this isn't fair. You need to look on the bright side too, what about times that you want to live your life to the fullest?" I scoffed. "You are ridiculous". "Every time you feel like you want to live, promise me you'll put up a flower" Aarish said. "Oh shut up, I am not like you Mr square shooter, and I am not planning to change who I am and why would I?" "It’s only fair, you shouldn't be so dark, Li" He continued” and a butterfly with a flower is not lonely" he stopped. "And you didn't kill your brother" He said barely audible.

“But you know, your clothes look exactly like the ones from—” Flora Amor faked a cough, loud enough to drown out the woman’s words. “Ma, why are you asking about the cut? Do customers really want different styles when they buy?” she asked innocently, diverting attention. “Yes. Some just want the gills removed, some want it scaled and sliced,” her mother explained, her suspicion gone for now. “Nancy, you’ve got a new helper?” a neighboring vendor remarked. “She’s my daughter. My eldest.” The woman smiled shyly.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

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

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

She slowly extended a hand and gripped the sword on her back. Once again, she drew her sword. Instantly, a chill ran through the air. Isolde held the sword in her right hand, in front of her chest. Then, she used her left index and middle finger to gently stroke the blade. Her movements were tender, as though caressing a lover. "Its name is Swanflight. It is 33 inches long and 1 inch wide. It was forged by the first leader of the Lunaria Order, and it has been passed down for over 500 years. It is known as one of the three divine weapons of Daneast."