Forcing Paperwhite Narcissus Novels & Stories

"The smell has almost completely disappeared." Then he turned to Alex with an impressed expression that he seemed reluctant to show. "How did you get white Amaryllis flowers this fast? Don't they only grow in winter?" "Alpha Thomas and Jake helped me get it" Alex replied without taking his intense eyes off me. "White Amaryllis?" I asked, still not moving from the front door of his office. Alex raised one of his hands at me. "Balthazar told me the quickest way to get rid of this mate bond smell is to drink tea brewed with white Amaryllis flower."

Being nosy is my hobby these days with him. Andreas chuckled. "How was it? Are you happy?" he looked at me shyly. I nodded. Of course, I'm thrilled with this bouquet of white lilies. White lilies have been my favorite flowers since childhood. I smelled the bouquet for a long time and said, "I like the scent. Thank you for the bouquet, Andreas." She had a soft smile on her lips. "I'm happy that you're happy, Vanessa."

I am midair when he shifts, flinging a purple powder into my face. WOLFSBANE.

"I’m sorry, Lucifer hates daffodils because of a silly joke, so you would never find them there, but... let’s say I’m a very good uncle and have a garden with many, many daffodils. So I thought I’d give you some, if you plant the dots inside them in a jar and sing to him every day, it’ll bloom in 3 days, you can give her a narcissus that you grew yourself. From: the most handsome prince and the coolest uncle in the whole underworld" ⋅• ♱ •⋅

If she’ll have me. Her eyes drop to my side, widening in curiosity, and only then do I remember what’s currently clutched in my hand, half hidden behind the back of my thigh. I lift the small bouquet of white flowers, thrusting them toward her in offering. “Got these for you.” Nessa’s face lights up as she reaches out to take them from me. “Aw, I love carnations,” she breathes, her lips pulling into a bright smile as she fingers the soft white petals. “They’re seriously underrated.”

He kept them all hidden because they were dangerous and he would occasionally make use of them… His favorite plant Among them all was the blue orchid flower also known as the blue ghost flower which was extremely rare… Right in the middle of the room was a massive cage which was big enough to hold a Lycanthrope… Nicklaus walked around his mini garden with a smile on his face as he trailed his fingers on the blue orchid and also didn't try to inhale its scent for it is known to have a strong hallucinating power.. These plants were his baby and the only thing that could bring him back to senses if he ever goes rogue but of course no one knew about this place… He kept trailing his fingertips on

It pleases me that he is worried and eager to know more about it. "You're sad, human," he whispers, caressing my cheek. I close my eyes and lean on his palm; it's warm against my cold skin. "I'll be okay," I say with a smile "it'll be okay," Nikolas gets a white flower and gives it to me. He has never given me flowers, but in this case, a flower because it smells so good. The flower is white with a tint of yellow in the middle and soft-tipped pink at the end of the petals.

I almost missed the icy white flowers tucked into the corner of one of the beds. Frostflower. Known to lower temperatures within seconds of being crushed. I tore off a handful of the flowers and crushed the petals between my palms on my way back, my skin cooling already just from touching them, the smell of blood so thick now that my molars were aching from grinding them together. I pressed the crushed flowers straight against the discolored skin. The purple in her veins started to fade almost right away. The heat under my fingers eased back toward something closer to normal.

Without a moment of hesitation, I returned Elaine's polite gesture, squeezed Andrew's large fingers, and stepped toward the bed carrying a fresh bundle of spirit-herbs and rare mountain blossoms in my free hand. "Aunt Vanessa," I spoke softly, keeping my tone gentle and respectful. "I brought you some spirit-blossoms from the high garden. I selected pale pink carnations, bright golden roses, green bellflowers, and deep orange tulips—all ancient symbols of pack strength, healing, and long life. Try breathing in their essence; the scent is light and revitalizes a weakened spirit. They were freshly cut under the morning dew, brimming with vitality." I reached out, gently guiding the vibrant bou

"The withered heart of frost!" An uncontrollable excitement flashed through Nicolas's eyes, causing his body to tremble slightly. Taking a deep breath to suppress the beating of his heart, Nicolas asked again in a dry voice, "The withered heart of frost is the only medicinal ingredients to treat my brother. May I ask if you can give it to me? I, Nicolas, will definitely repay you well." After that, Nicolas held his breath and waited for the other party’s response. At this moment, almost everyone was so nervous that they couldn't breathe.