Flowers Forsaken Novels & Stories

“Oh, so she’s gone to the North. I thought I’d never see her again. Mom, you spoil her. Did she go visit her father, who is on a business trip? Seriously. She didn’t even wait until the gala was over, or tell me, for that matter. You should’ve told me, Mom. I could’ve gone with her instead of collecting the ring.” The Luna stared at her naïve son, overwhelmed by a wave of helplessness. She pushed his hand away and rose to her feet before uttering, “Fay’s never coming back. She’s going to mate with Alpha Damian Silver of the Northwind Pack.”

"You're getting married." The air swooshed out of my lungs in a puff. "Married? To who? You can't- "Oh, but I can. The papers are already signed." Darius' tone was mocking and his eyes glittered with malicious delight. "Lucian Blackwood, Alpha of the Silverfang pack. You'll be his lovely little bride by tomorrow night."

Dorian held her close, but even his warmth couldn’t chase away the chill in her bones. She rose just before the moon reached its height and stepped into the garden. The flowers she’d planted after the fall of her coven had begun to wither. Their petals curled inward. Not from cold. But as if trying to remember what it meant to bloom. Seraphina knelt among them, brushing soil from the roots. And as her fingers dug deeper, her power stirred—and something beneath the surface whispered: You are the vow. You are the lock. You are the flame that will forget its own fire.

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

I pulled out the card, "I missed you, A" Aelfred, my mate, the man who hurt me the most. He has always had a way to show me his feelings. These flowers were different. "What kind of flowers are these?" I asked Yavanna. "Those are Sorrowful Peonies... they are the symbol of love and regret. They are the flowers we usually ask for forgiveness." She explained, and I bit my lower lip. I wanted to see him, to wrap my arms around him, but I had to learn the laws and traditions as soon as possible, because I would be tried sooner rather than later.

In his arms. THE END

"Ishq ne tere Hume tabah kar diya Kuch is kadar toda ki Fanaa kar diya Na Jeene ki khwaish hai baki Na hai marne ki Tamanna Ye dil phir bhi mange tera sath Janke bhi bane anjan ki mumkin Nahi jo ye mangti hai Tera sath koi jannat nahi Nahi mai koi Farishta Par agar tera sath Mile to Jahannum ko bhi jannat man lu. Par takleef bas yahi hai tujhe mera sath Qubool nahi aur Mujhe tere bagair kuch Qubool nahi. (your love destroyed me, It broke me like that I died Nor I have left any desire to live Nor I wish to die This heart wants your togetherness Despite knowing it is impossible what ever it is asking for it pretends to be oblivious Your togetherness is not heaven Nor I am an angel

Dove’s head snapped back, and he was watching a replay of when he met Briar, having this same conversation. “As I said, you will know my brother’s words when you need them.” “I wonder if that’s how people feel about Stryxx and i? That’s creepy. The blossoms, please?” Dove growled, holding out his hand. “Since there are only 2 of you to carry them back, you may only take two. There is another that is in need of these blossoms. I cannot reveal that person to you, but you are close to them. Strong morale judgement is the path to Paradise. Your 2 blossoms are right at your feet. Goodbye, young wolf.” Anaki dissipated into mist right in front of his eyes. He looked down to see the two beautiful d

He wondered. Some moments later, the large gate opened for them to go in. A long tiled road came into view. It was such a beautiful setting. At each side of the road, beautiful flowers and tress were planted. They were still in Saint Hok but Dante felt like he entered another world entirely. They passed through a vineyard and an orchard. The apples on the apple fruits looked too good to eat.

The four of us moved in deep, rhythmic thrusts that fed the greater bloom. The sanctum exploded into a garden of flesh and ecstasy. Lovers from every realm joined the blooming orgy. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and nectar. Bodies writhed among the giant flowers—cocks plunging deep, mouths sucking greedily, hands caressing sweat-slicked skin. Vespera was the radiant bloom: double-penetrated by Draven and Lorien, face buried in Sable’s cunt as she licked with desperate hunger. Her body arched and convulsed with powerful orgasms, emerald light bursting from her and making the surrounding flowers open wider.