Flowers In The Dark Novels & Stories

His eyes darkened. “This isn’t only about Marlene. You know exactly what I’m talking about, Ethan!” he snapped. “I’ve told you repeatedly, Mr. Caspian Blackwood—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied evenly. They dragged another man into the room. His fingers were missing. I didn’t need an explanation. “Touching me isn’t the problem, Caspian. It’s what happens after you hurt a La Rosa. We both know there are boundaries even in the underworld,” I said, carefully playing my cards.

Backing away, she pressed a trembling hand against her racing heart. The room was engulfed in darkness. A shiver crawled down her spine. Her ragged breaths echoed within the silent walls. Then... A low, rhythmic whistling sound came from the outside. Claire went completely still. Her eyes widened in horror. She instantly clamped both hands over her mouth, muffling the gasp threatening to escape. Fresh tears welled in her hazel eyes as she stared into the pitch-black room, too terrified to even breathe. "If you feel like leaving...” Adrian’s melodious voice drifted through the darkness, echoing off the walls and filling her heart with dread.

Without needing to say anything else, and Romera holstering her weapon, they leave the underground containment holdings. On the surface, Gardax and Lard wait patiently. The two patrols that walked around the plantation had their throats slit and lay waist on the ground. Their blood drains from their bodies and coats the wheat that grows in their fields. With no one on the plantation other than the crew and the people liberated. The barrier that once provided the illusion of nothing has been taken down. The cubes that made the spell possible are back into Lard’s bag which is hanging tight next to him on the table that he sits on. In one of his hands is a book that he is reading. One is labele

I gathered a ball of dark energy in my palm. A figure stepped out from the shadows of the tall trees. He was wrapped in a tattered dark cloak, his face hidden by a hood. But I knew that stance and I knew the way he breathed. "Ezekiel?" I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. He didn't come closer. He stayed at the edge of the light. He slowly reached into his cloak and pulled out a single flower. It was a Lunar Rose, a flower that only grew in the deepest, most dangerous parts of the Northern mountains. It glowed with a soft, pale blue light.

For the thing that makes even the gods draw breath like prey. The roots at my feet stir, restless. One splits open. A bloom rises — a black flower without light. Its petals unfurl in silence, slick as oil, edges glistening as if they had drunk deep of graves. The pulse shudders through it, rattling my teeth, aching in my bones. I kneel, pressing a hand to the earth. The tremor that runs through it feels like laughter trying to escape. “Wake,” I whisper to the dark. “They’ve forgotten what it means to bleed.”

she said, giving me a meaningful look before leaving and closing the door behind her. I put my shirt back on and stepped outside into the living room. There, on the table, was a bouquet of flowers. This time, it wasn’t roses or hyacinths—it was a bouquet of Black Calla Lilies. They were stunning, but their dark hue carried an ominous meaning. Possession. Obsession. Flowers may be beautiful, but these seemed to hide a darker intent. I noticed a note tucked among the blooms, seemingly unopened. I picked it up and unfolded it, my stomach tightening as I read the words:

A type of coldness that is burning hot. “WHEN EVERYTHING FALLS BECAUSE OF LOVE.” Words and the voice that Daniela knew and could never be wrong as to who it was. But before she could say a word or even move a muscle. In a split second and once more, everything turns into darkness. But this time she isn’t in the same void as before. A dark void that scent like a mixture of burning flesh and blooming flower. An indication that the owner is in between light and darkness. “You are finally here, Daniela.”

Damien "Only dahlias," I said into the phone, balancing it between my shoulder and cheek while flipping through a file. “Dark red. The kind that looks almost black in certain light. No fillers, no roses, no distractions. Just them.” The florist on the other end hesitated. “Would you like to include a card, Mr. von Adler?” I stared out the floor-to-ceiling window of my office. The skyline was pale today, dipped in soft grey, like the city itself was holding its breath.

CHAPTER FIVE CALEB'S POV I picked up my lighter and pack of cigarettes and moved to the still figure. Her head was tilted down, her hair spreading out and hiding her face from my view. I has been slightly disappointed that the girl had refused to open her eyes and watch me fuck the shit out of Bella. The horrified look on her face when she saw my dick was gratifying and funny as hell. I shuffled my feet on the floor. She didn't even stir. I sighed and pushed her slightly on her shoulders. She still didn't stir a muscle

If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." My mind is muddled by his words, wanting to protest to his command, but my body betrays me as I incline my head to the side, pulling my dark hair out of the way and giving him a perfect view of my neck.