Flowers Undertale Novels & Stories

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

Rayne smiled at him as she sat on a tree stump chair. “What do you have there?” Aameris asked as he came down to sit with them on the tree stumps. “A flower.” Xylia handed it to him to see if he would know the flower. “Goddess, that is a Lilith Lotus. Where did you get that?” Aameris didn’t touch the flower when she tried to hand it to him. “A fairy gave it to me today,” Xylia told him as she sat putting the flower across her lap.

The cool air burned against my skin, but I kept going. I have to save Ronan. I owe him that much. --- The air grew thinner as I climbed the jagged slope, rocks biting into my palms. Somewhere at the peak, it was said a rare flower bloomed only under moonlight. Lunaris Noctis, the Moonshade Lotus. A flower born from sorrow, thriving only where the living dared not tread. It was the only thing powerful enough to anchor a soul between life and death. I reached the summit, chest burning, lungs aching. The hilltop shimmered under the light of the full moon and there it was.

“If it’s another dead animal, I’m lighting you on fire.” “Lesson learned,” I muttered, then revealed the flower. A single flamepetal, its orange-red glow still faintly pulsing. “Rare, sacred to witches, grows only during solstice droughts. I had to hike halfway up Blackthorn Hill to get it.” She blinked. “You brought me a flamepetal?” “Well,” I said. “I didn’t climb a hill for my health.” She crossed her arms. “So is this flirting or apologizing?” “Both,” I said without missing a beat.

Dylan came in holding a large bouquet of Moonshadow Orchids—rare flowers that symbolized “one true love” in the werewolf world. He was frowning, looking agitated. “Who were you on the phone with?” I looked away, my face a calm mask. “No one. Just an invitation to a party in three days.” Dylan’s expression relaxed; he didn’t question my excuse. His usual gentle smile returned as he tried to press the flowers into my hands. “I picked these for you from deep in the forest. Do you like them?”

"If the Veil falls completely..." "There will be no Four Kingdoms." "There will only be darkness." --- After the meeting ended, I wandered into the academy gardens. The roses had begun to wither. Even the enchanted flowers cultivated by generations of witches were losing their color. I knelt beside one dying blossom. The moment my fingers touched it... Golden light spread from my hand. The flower slowly bloomed again. Fresh petals unfurled beneath the sunlight. I smiled softly. "The Celestial Flame..." "It restores life."

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

[Gale’s POV] "Mommy, mommy!" Letting a slow smile spread across my lips, I watched as Fallon rushed towards me with dandelions clasped in her pudgy little hands. "Flowers!" "They’re beautiful." I murmur, accepting her gift. "Did you know, if you blow their seeds you can make a wish and it will come true?" "Wish?" Fallon repeats, furrowing her brows adorably. "Like a wish for my brothers to come soon?" She tried.

He watched as she climbed the cliff again, his sharp eyes wide, tracking her every movement, scanning the surroundings as if he could ward off any danger just by sheer focus. This time, Cara reached the plant without trouble. Clinging tightly to the rock with one hand, she stretched the other out, fingertips grazing the vivid red petals that shimmered under the silver moonlight. Only then did she realize there were actually three flowers on the bush. One was still a tiny bud, barely noticeable unless seen up close. Carefully, she plucked the fully bloomed flower. Then, with a bright, triumphant smile, she held it up for Grey Wolf, proudly showing off her prize.

But nothing hit him quite like the moment a quiet girl with big brown eyes tiptoed over to Elena, holding something small and blue in her tiny hands. Elena turned with a soft smile. “Hi, sweetheart. What’s your name?” The girl barely whispered, “Talia.” “Well, Talia, is that for me?” Elena asked gently. The girl nodded and held out the delicate cornflower. “It’s so beautiful,” Elena said, kneeling down. “Thank you.” With careful hands, she tucked the flower behind her ear. “Do I look okay?” Talia nodded, beaming. “You look like a real Luna,” she whispered.