Flowey Flower Novels & Stories

I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. My dad followed me, shaking his head. "That's not a good way to deal with it, Jas. Something bad happening doesn't take away that it's still also your birthday." He smiled sympathetically. "You know your mom wouldn't want you to be doing this every year." I sighed as I headed out of the house and to my dad's car. "Well—it just doesn't feel right to do it any differently." - I placed the flowers down on my moms grave. Jasmines. Her favourite.

"Just follow me and don't talk anymore. By the way, what is your name?" "Celestine Folks," she replied in a low voice. She was hesitant to give him her name but she was scared that it makes the vampire get mad if I don't give him her name. Trevor stares at her for a few seconds. Celestine is a good name for her. He thinks that Celestine is a celestial being because of her beauty. He had lived for a hundred years already but he just saw a woman with this kind of beauty. Celestine's eyes are black as night. Though he sees terror in her eyes he thinks that she was still brave. Because no woman dared to talk back with him. The woman he encountered only knows how to beg for their life. Although C

It was a beautiful sight to behold, one I couldn't help but grin at. "This is beautiful," I admitted softly, looking around at all the numerous tiny flowers glowing all around us. "It is," came Alpha Evan's even softer reply and I looked at him, only to find him already looking at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, squirming a little under his intense gaze. "What are all these flowers? I've never seen flowers that could glow like that." "They're called nocte caeruleo. Literally translating to blue night. These are a special type of flowers that glow bright blue when they bloom at the stroke of midnight every fourteen years before they go back to sleeping," Alpha Evan explained, finally looking at

Special needle treatment had limited efficacy, too. There was only one solution to heal her throat completely. The Skyflower. The Skyflower was Serandsi's national flower, with only a single plant in the world nurtured in the rear garden of Serandsi's main palace by a dedicated caretaker. The Serandsi people called it 'The Language of the Heavens' because of its remarkable effect on throat ailments. It bloomed only once a year in September, spreading its fragrance throughout the entire palace for about 15 days.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

At the time, Lucas's thoughtless words struck me like a bolt of lightning. I had clutched the flowerpot, forced myself not to cry, and then raised my head to wager with him. But as soon as he turned away, my tears flowed uncontrollably, falling into the pot and landing on the rose seeds. Then I dug up the seeds and carelessly tossed them onto the lawn below. “You will never bloom. It's a waste to be planted here. You deserve to grow freely.” I placed the pot back in its original spot, pretending as if nothing had happened as I returned to my room.

It led her deeper into the garden, past carefully manicured hedges and blooming flowerbeds, until she reached a secluded alcove hidden behind a curtain of weeping willows. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak tree, Lilly's eyes fell upon a sight that took her breath away. A single flower, another Moon Rose, this time, all three of them together to see it bloom in solitary splendour. Its petals shimmered with an otherworldly iridescence, shifting between shades of silver and pale blue as if capturing the very essence of moonlight.

Flynn walks close enough that his arm brushes mine every few steps, and each accidental touch sends a warm flutter through my stomach. He bends suddenly, plucks a little yellow flower from the grass, and holds it up like he’s presenting a diamond. “Kaya,” he says with a straight face, “I have something important for you.” I raise a brow. “A flower? Really?” He nods seriously. “This is not just a flower. This particular specimen stood out from the rest. Much like you.” I burst into laughter. “Oh my God, stop. You sound like a bad romance novel.” He steps closer, smiling uncontrollably.

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

My hand moved very carefully, as if I were touching the most fragile glass in the world. I pulled out a small, round wooden box. "I have something for you," I said, my voice dropping into a soft, serious whisper. Vivian turned around to face me, her eyes full of curiosity. "What is it?" I slowly opened the wooden lid. Inside the box, sitting on a bed of soft green moss, was a perfectly bloomed Moon Whisper flower. It was a beautiful, rare flower. Its petals were as white as pure snow, and they shone with a faint, magical silver light that looked exactly like the moon. The flower looked perfectly fresh and alive, as if it had just been plucked from the earth a second ago.