Flower Withering Novels & Stories

My steps lead me outside, into Elena’s garden. I shiver from the cold once I open the glass door. But all the cold is forgotten the instant I notices the state of her garden. All the roses that once bloomed in rich colors, now hang wilted, with petals shriveled and brittle stems. A pang of sadness grips me. It feels symbolic, somehow, this garden is fading as quickly as its owner’s strength I crouch near one of the bushes and brush my fingers over a dead bloom. Maybe some of them can still be salvaged if trimmed, watered and cared for. But most are too far gone.

Suddenly, Seraphina, holding the Thorned Rose, felt its glow dim, replaced by a cold that crept into her very bones. "Wait!" she exclaimed, holding out the now-darkened rose. The petals, once radiant, began to shrivel and decay before their eyes. Zephyr's eyes widened. "This is no ordinary occurrence. The rose is linked to the life force of Meranthia. If it wilts..." Altair finished his thought, "Then Meranthia is in imminent danger."

He was perfection and every lady's dream. “I want the lilies,” I chuckled as we stopped running and stood in front of the flowers. “Lilies for a pretty girl,” he chuckled and handed me the flowers. “Thank you,” I sniffed the flower and chuckled. Suddenly, the flower in my head withered and when I looked around me, I realized that all the flowers around had withered and the sky had become gloomy. Thunder rumbled in the sky and I threw down the withered flower to the ground. “What the hell is going on?” I asked him.

It seems it was not only I who reveled in this work. Being here is wonderful. I do not even consider it work though I am certain I have picked more than five hundred flowers already. "All these flowers," Vale states, plucking one off the stems, "it is only sad they will waste in the court. Taken from their home." Her eyes darken and my lips purse at her remark looking back to my patch of flowers. True. As everything that goes to the Night Court, they will perish there. Now that they were taken off their stems they would surely wither and die in the Night Court.

I stood there, staring at the tomb through blurred vision. There were so many flowers, yet it still felt cold. Most of the flowers on the tombstone had withered, and that included the flower that I had left for her four days ago. My withered flower seemed like an unwanted thing among the others. Just like me, it was separated from the rest and left to the mercy of the wind.

"These flowers are indeed a bit strange." "Strange?" Amelia looked at him. "What do you mean?" Carl spoke slowly, "Those flowers are called Nepenthic Flower. Legend has it that Nepenthic Flowers can make people forget all their troubles, but they can also devour memories. In the outside world, Nepenthic Flowers have long since disappeared. I didn't expect to see them here." "Devour memories?" Amelia was shocked. No wonder she felt an inexplicable sense of unease when she saw these flowers.

This was the perfect distraction, but now that it was over, the thoughts of earlier slammed into my brain. “Something happened earlier…” I whispered. He kissed the top of my head gently and his fingers traced my spine. “What is it?” He asked, sleepily. “I was walking home, and I saw a flower that wilted,” I told him slowly. “I stopped to look at the flower, feeling sorry for it.” “You felt sorry for a wilted flower?” He asked and I could hear the smile in his voice. I lifted my head so I could look at him as I nodded.

he asked. "They are short living and without a flower they cannot survive, they shouldn't be so happy," "I write on their wings to weigh them down and pin them to the wall so they won’t fly and ..." I can hear him pitying me inside that fragile heart of his. "They don't look very happy now, do they?" I asked. "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?"

Comfort flashed on their faces as soon as I covered them with warmth. I returned to my bed and sat to my bed’s edge with the flower in my hands. I snapped pictures of it with the letter. I admired its beauty before it would fade away. I watched the flower withered in my hands as the sunrise slipped its rays in my room through the partly opened curtains.

The wedding preparations began immediately. In truth, there wasn't much left to prepare. The very next day after I said yes, Ethan had already sent everything to my house—wedding dress, dozens of limited-edition jewelry sets, high heels that fit me perfectly… The gown itself was breathtaking. The design, the fabric, and the delicate lilies—my favorite flower—woven into the details were to die for. It was so intricate and beautiful that I couldn't stop staring. Something like this could never have been done in just a few days. In places where I couldn't see, Ethan had already poured his heart and everything he had into preparing it for me.