Flowers In The Dark の小説・ストーリー

“I smelled something strange. Sweet. And on the porch… there was a bouquet of Black Moon Flowers. I’m telling you the truth—I didn’t even know they existed.” He studied my face for a moment before finally nodding. “It’s true. Very few in the world know about them. Outside of our pack, they are just myths. The flowers only bloom when there's a Founding Blessing. But not here. They belong to the Dark Moon Pack.” My chest tightened. “Dark Moon?” “Some call them Black Moon. It’s a forbidden territory. Nobody goes in. Nobody comes out.” “Then how did the flowers come here?” I asked, almost breathlessly.

XXIII – Danse Macabre Darkness was the first thing he sees. Everything was black, nothingness. Jin blinked. Why was everything so dark? Confused, he blinked again. And that was when the world righted itself once more when he found that he was somehow, in some way… lying in the middle of a garden filled with the choicest of flowers that the earth could ever behold. Pink, yellow, white, blue, violet, and red… Each and every single one of the flowers around him seemed to dance to the invisible tune of a soft, summer breeze.

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

Together I woke up with a heavy feeling. It’s like there’s a heavy rock on top of me. And i felt like something is liking my face. I forcely opened my eyes and a light from the window hit my eyes. The thing who's liking my face is a fucking dog. I hate dogs the most! I wanted to pushed away the dog from me but my body is jailed by a demon. The Demon is named Seymour Rios Evans, sleeping peacefully beside me while his arms are hugging my waist and chest tightly.

I watched him walk to the door as he opened it, filling the once dark room with light. "Flower, make no mistake. You are mine. Mine to hold. Mine to pluck. Mine to scatter. Mine to decorate. You will bloom in my garden and die there as well if need arises. Don't think about leaving this place until you get the idea of leaving me out of that little head." Those were the last words he said to me as he left the room, leaving me alone in the dark as the last beam of light in my life also escaped my grasp.

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.

As we walked away, Lila called out, "Elaya, Serena, I'm not mad that you tricked me into coming here. I forgive you. I'll look after the mentors for you from now on!" She must have thought we were goners. ... Stepping into the Demons' lair, the monsters were drawn to the pure light radiating from Serena and me like moths to a flame. They were practically drooling, eyes filled with envy. "Ah, the Twin Flowers of Chaos," one of them said to their leader, admiration in his voice. "You're incredible, sir. Only you could meet the Dark Lord's and Demon King's demands so swiftly. However, before you hand them over...maybe let us have a little fun?"

Is it something bad? I pressed my ear to it, but nothing. After a while of staring at it, I finally decided to open it. However, what I found inside, rendered me speechless… Inside were black dahlias. Elegant and ominous at the same time, a black card was attached with it. ‘You refused my deal. Now watch how fast the world burns — Alexander Veyrek.’ My eyes stared, frozen at the flowers, dumbfounded and shocked. What the bloody—!?

— “It doesn’t fight against the darkness. It uses it. Turns it into something unique. Something powerful.” Edda nodded almost imperceptibly, a glimmer of understanding in her icy eyes. I took the card and slipped it into the pocket of my apron, against my hip, where his words could warm my skin. Cassius’s roses were ashes. But this flower, this message of darkness and hope, was real. It was then that my phone vibrated. Thaïs. I answered, balancing the phone between my shoulder and ear while returning to work on a sketch I hated.

But not like any I’d seen before. It was cathedral-like in structure, the arched roof disappearing into a dusky sky above, streaks of violet and silver from the setting sun casting ghost-light over everything. Climbing vines scaled the walls. Flower beds overflowed with dark red roses, their petals deep and bruised like clotted wine. And nestled among them were black roses—impossibly real, impossibly alive. Like they’d bloomed out of death itself. Reneé stepped to the center and turned, folding her arms.