Flowey Flower Novels & Stories

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

“I fell sick and was unable to attend.” “Well, now you can pay your respect.” Gavin silently agreed. His eyes settled on the stone again, his view on it now different now that he knows its purpose. His eyes fall on the flowers surrounding it. The flowers are admittedly beautiful, but why? “Aster,” the alpha suddenly spoke again. “Sorry?” Gavin asked, confused. “That’s the name of the purple flower,” the alpha supplied. “You wanted to know why it’s chosen?” did Gavin say that out loud?

“I think it’s cute how close you two have become. I just wouldn’t tell your father if I were you.” “Mother!” “Oh, I’m just playing!” Alyra laughed, kneeling just across the garden from her. “How’s your little friend coming along?” “Great!” she exclaimed as she jumped up and ran over to a small strip of groomed soil at the edge of the tree line, where a single flower stood about nine inches out of the ground, sporting three arrowhead-shaped pedals painted with a beautiful mixture of red and purple. Adea first noticed it growing several weeks ago and began to take care of it out of admiration. “I think she’s fully grown by now. I want to find a nice pot in the Valley to put her in. I’ve been s

She's using sand boa snake as a sacrifice to perform the dark magic" Michael whispered as Astraea visible stiffen along with Zander while Leonidas's jaw clenched in anger. " And Fire flower is a magical flower and one of the purest and rarest ones that only grows in the mountains of the sun. The juices from this flower are used to make an elixir to put anyone in a deep sleep/ coma." Michael explained as he remembered what he had learnt from the books he read. " What about sundrop flower?" Questioned Ryder as he remembered how that flower used to glow even after being picked. " That flower is used to stop ageing and the effects of that come with dark magic," Michael explained as he looked to

Elise said while frowning, trying to remember it. "Spirit.." Alicia whispers. "Yes. Bwi is still sleeping right now. Even if I called for him to explain everything, he wouldn't answer me." Elise said. The spirit garden is not a secret in the empire because Alicia will later introduce the medicine and call it Soleil fleur, a flower that grew in the sun. The main element is the peony flower, and it can cure a terminal illness. It gained so much popularity that many nobles wanted to have it. Elise remembers that the second male lead studied the formula of the Soleil fleur medicine and successfully produced it with Alicia's help. They create a greenhouse that can grow peony flowers using pure m

Said a deep voice. Cory turned around to find Papa Bois approaching them slowly. She was behind Hayden on Blaython’s back. Titan stood nearby with Sprout on his shoulder. There were only five of them now. She got off the tiger’s back and walked up to Papa Bois. She removed the crumpled wilting flowers from her satchel. Her cheeks reddened as Papa Bois studied their mangled state. He took them from her and cast them on the ground. Cory stiffened, fearing he would disqualify her somehow but he waved his hand over the flowers and they promptly burst into sparkling spores that scattered for miles and miles. Cory gasped. “Night widows are lovely flowers, are they not,” said Papa Bois. “They will

Her parents must be very spiritual to name their daughter after the Moon Goddess. "That's a pretty name" her blonde hair falls when she giggles happily. "Thank wou" it's adorable when she adds the 'w' sound to her words. It reminds me of when Sam, Alec and Tess used to do the same thing. "I should pwobably find my pawents. I wan away to give you the flowa. It's a moonflowa" she swings her shoulders side to side, hands clasped in front of her. This is an Ipomoea Alba flower? But these are rarely found around here and are sacred to the Moon Goddess. Before I can say anything, she steps forward and encases her arms around my shoulders. I still, feeling her delicate arms tighten. It takes a seco

Zayn called her making her come out of her thoughts. "Tell me which one is Blue devine flower and which one is purple devine flower." Zayn out two similar looking flowers in front of Giselle while Giselle blinked. "Three petals, smells fruity with a purple dot in middle. This one is purple devine flower." "You remembered it well." Zayn nodded as he praised her while Giselle chuckled. "It can act as a strong drip on immortals." She added again as this flower was forbidden for immortals. It can awake deepest desires and make the victim vulnerable to anything. It has the same effect as Rohypnol.

He ignored my plea, “I don't need much, just this really delicate flower, I need it for your ball.” I opened my eyes in shock, “Ball? Oh Lord,” I whispered the last part. Iff it weren't for the fact that he was willing to help me with the orb and I knew he could actually repair it, I would have taken my business elsewhere. I grabbed the picture he handed to me while he smile whirly, “It's called a Derfyle clove.” “It's a rare flower that only blooms every fifty years, so if you want your ball good as new, I suggest you get moving.” His smile was much more awkward with his beard.