Flower Withering Novels & Stories

Alicia, a flower gardener is accused of king's murder. The boy she kissed in the woods turned out to be king's son, Prince Reza. How will she prove her innocence and get back to her love, Reza? When the place she lives is full of magical creatures... "Something's in that cell." "It has wings." ...and all people are suspects..."Oh my god!!! Did Reza kill his father himself to become the king?"

The day Yancy Shepherd died, Benedict Page poisoned our dinner. His eyes were wild, and bloodshot, as he watched me writhe in agony. There was a madness in his gaze, but worse was the hatred, a disgust so deep it twisted his face into something unrecognizable. "If it weren't for you forcing your way into our lives, Yancy wouldn’t have died from heartbreak. You ruined us! It’s all your fault!" A photo slipped from his trembling hand and landed at my feet—Yancy at twenty, looking radiant, her smile as bright as a blooming flower. I collapsed to the ground, my strength fading fast like a rose withering in the final grasp of winter. Helpless, I waited for the darkness to claim me, consumed by despair and bitter regret. Why hadn’t I listened to the system and killed him when I had the chance? But when I opened my eyes again, everything was different. I stood watching Benedict flee our engagement ceremony. My brother moved to chase after him, but I quietly raised a hand, stopping him. This time, things would be different.

She was as beautiful as a flower, yet she was framed and schemed into marrying a disabled man. However, to everyone's surprise, her supposedly disabled husband transformed overnight into an overwhelmingly powerful and strikingly handsome CEO. Instantly, those who had plotted against her were filled with regret, slapping themselves in frustration. But this was only the beginning... "From today onward, you are my whole world. I will make you the happiest bride in the world!"

The ninth bonding ceremony between me and the Alpha King, Thorne Ravencrest, is finally here. Yet once again, I failed to become his Luna Queen. Not because he broke his promise, but because I'm not qualified enough. The Elders made it crystal clear that every Luna Queen recognized by the Moon Goddess throughout history must cultivate 365 Moonlight Flowers using their own blood essence. But every year on the eve of the ceremony, no matter how careful I am, there's always one flower missing. This year, I nearly drained myself completely and barely managed to grow the right number. Ecstatic, I go to find Thorne, wanting to surprise him. Through the partially open door of the throne hall, I hear his Beta say to him, "Alpha King, Sera's been waiting for you for eight years now. Are you ever going to bond with her?" Thorne shakes his head. "I promised Willow we can't bond this year either." His Beta hesitates. "What if Sera actually manages to grow enough Moonlight Flowers?" Thorne goes silent for a moment, then claps his hands. A shadow wolf appears and melts into the darkness. Before long, a shadow wolf returns with a Moonlight Flower clamped in its jaws. He tears the flower into shreds and lets out a sigh. "Sera has plenty of blood. Forget one year. She could keep cultivating for another ten years and still be fine. "But Willow's been poisoned with wolfsbane. I'm all she has left, and she wants me by her side in her final days. "I can't bear to refuse Willow, which means Sera will just have to wait a bit longer." I bite my lip hard, barely able to believe what I'm hearing. So the Moonlight Flowers that kept mysteriously disappearing were all destroyed by him. Becoming Luna Queen has been my dream since childhood. But if he never intended to bond with me at all, then it's time I leave him.

My best friend and I were pulled together into a steamy dark-fantasy romance novel, where we became the Demon King's newest sacrificial consorts. As someone who had actually read the original book, Elodie went pale. After all, this was the raunchiest, most over-the-top novel the two of us had ever read. She grabbed my hand, trembling. "Camille, if I'd known, I never would have wished on my birthday a few days ago to die of pleasure in some gorgeous man's bed. Now it looks like that dream is actually coming true—except the price is my life..." What she didn't notice was the drool sliding down the corner of my mouth. As the highest-ranking succubus, I'd spent years disguised as a human in the modern world, starved of nourishment and all but withering away. Now I'd crossed into a world with no morals and no rules to hold me back. It suited me perfectly. So the moment I laid eyes on the Demon King in front of me—blisteringly hot to the touch and devastatingly handsome—I didn't hesitate for a second. I lunged forward and sank my mouth into his veined, muscled chest. "Sorry, Elodie. A blessing like this, I'm claiming for myself!"

When I was three months pregnant, a pack of Rogues ambushed me. In the last moments before my consciousness began to fade, I begged for rescue through my mind-link to my Alpha mate, Adrian. But he never answered. I was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, only to be informed that the Saint-Tier Healer had been forcefully taken South by Adrian to treat Evelyn, his first love, after she lost her mate. When I woke to the pain of losing my pup, my fingers shook as I checked social media, then I saw Evelyn's post: [I knew that no matter how far away I am or how much time has passed, Adrian would always come for me. He even brought a Saint-Tier Healer to ease the pain in my heart.] In the photo, Adrian's dark eyes, which were usually cold and distant, were focused on the woman beside him with tenderness. While I was fighting for my life and losing our cub, my Alpha was protecting another pregnant wolf. I chuckled at myself bitterly. It felt as if the bond mark on my chest was withering away. I then dialed a number without hesitation. "Dr. Clark, I accept the position at the Northern Ancient Wolf Research Institute. Yes, the sooner the better. I won't be holding a farewell ceremony."

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Some fairy tales have happy endings, some have tragic ones, but there are also some fairy tales that never really end. Let's say, the story of a crown prince who was never crowned, a younger brother who pursued pseudo revenge, a lotus princess who never became a lotus flower, or the story of siblings who were banished without breadcrumbs. For a long time hanging around without any certainty, the tales accidentally unite to achieve the same goal. Being in the same side. Fight against the same enemy. Seize the happy ending, because the darkness doesn't deserve it.

Belladonna; the devil's favorite flower, a slow sentence of death. Silence, pain and insanity. Artemisia was born being the poisonous root of the family, the shadow on the wall that everyone tried not to see. A legend has fallen upon her since childhood: be loved by her and death will come to you as the poisoning by belladonna, slowly and painfully. As a way to escape from her mother's suffocating wings, Artemisia moved into her great aunt's mansion in to start over and wipe all the blood on her hands. But no matter where it is planted, a poisonous plant will always leave its trail morbid.

She's his flower, But also his rain. She's the beauty in his day, But also his night full of pain. - "When Noah looks at you, it's like he's been living in a black and white universe and he just saw colours for the first time. These past weeks not being able to talk to you, all the colour in his life just went away and it's back to black and white and all he's been trying to do is remember what life was like before he knew what colour was."