Frog With Flower Hat Novels & Stories

"I say, old crocodile, what business do you have with me? I don't have time to waste with you!" The corners of the Flying Crocodile's mouth curled into a trace of a cruel smile when he heard this, and then he roared loudly as he replied. "Old Frog, a human martial artist is trying to seize my Vermillion Jade Fruit! So long as you come over and help me deal with him, then I swear that we'll split this Vermillion Jade Fruit equally!" "Caw caw caw..." A frog's cry came in an instant. Closely behind! The strange voice laughed heartily and said, "Hahaha... Of course! I'll come and help you after I kill a few human warriors here!"

“It’s blooming… My flower… it’s really blooming…” The Hag, clutching the flower pot, wobbled over to John.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

I don’t know when I’ve ever been this happy. When we reached the flower field, his workers greeted us. I put on gloves, and he even placed a gardening hat on my head so I wouldn't get too much sun. It was hot, but harvesting the flowers was so much fun. They had a system they followed. To be honest, it was my first time seeing flowers this vibrant. No wonder my friend Ambrosia is so obsessed with gardening.

At least there was some sort of memory of him here that wasn't locked away in a cupboard downstairs. The atmosphere was bursting with happiness from everyone. Rose and Carlo had on silver Christmas hats with white fake fur trims. Lee and Kuru wore the black hats, rimmed with silver fur. Honey had elf ears clipped over her own, and I was handed a pair of swirling silver antlers that spread out over my back. "If you had purple eyes and silver fur, you'd be perfect" Carlo smiled at me "our own little Korvin." "Korvin?" I laughed back.

Running up to the dragon, she pounded on it’s hind leg and wailed. “Why?!?! Why did you do this!?!?” The dragon snorted and attempted to nuzzle her with his big nose and she fell into it. She sobbed for all of her heart break. “Is this the flower we came for?” Roger’s weak voice carried to her from where she had left him. She looked up. He was sitting there with a confused look on his face, holding up the very flower that they had come for. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She did both, without caring that she sounded insane.

It smells like Gideon and I find that so comforting; even after spending days in the bed, I can still smell his masculine scent. “I thought that would make you happy.” Flora smiles as she reaches back into the bag and pulls out a small tub of food; she slides it through the bars and the look on her face leaves no room for argument. I tell myself that I’m only eating because of the life inside of me but the second I see the neatly folded pancakes and fruit, my stomach starts to growl loudly. “So, Winter Wolves?” I ask as I pull off a piece of pancake and pop it into my mouth; Flora doesn’t say anything until I’ve eaten two pancakes and several pieces of apple and orange.

“Barely. I think there’s still some flour in places it shouldn’t be.” He chuckles, his smile wide and genuine. “You were quite the sight, you know. Covered in flour, looking both adorable and ready to murder someone.” “Adorable?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow. “That’s a first.” “Oh, absolutely,” he replies, leaning casually against a post. “It was a masterpiece. A flour-dusted goddess in her natural habitat.” I shake my head, trying to suppress a grin. “You have a strange sense of humor, Frost.”

The garden is even more beautiful on getting closer to it. I touched the leaves first and damn it felt like raw gold,I hugged the beautiful trees one after the other and wow. Different types of flowers on display and they all looked beautiful and healthy. I bent to pick a flower then inhaled the delicate fragrance. Wow...this is actually the most fragrance I've ever inhaled. I jumped around happily while Fleur screamed happily,still running about. I grinned as i saw a beautiful purple butterfly perching slowly on a sunflower. I crouched and stretch out my finger beside it,it perched gently on my finger and i smiled.

She came out while wiping her hands on the floral apron, she must be cooking something, the steam was coming out of the small chimney of the cabin. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun, some rebel strands were resting on either side of her face, adding more beauty to her goddess-like features. Her smile was genuine when she looked down at the boy standing in front of her, holding a frog in his clasp, trying to surprise her. “What you have in your hands, little fighter.” She ruffled his wet hair as he chuckled with excitement. “Guess what it is?” He wanted her to guess what he had in his hands. And she played along with him to entertain him. “It must be those frogs, isn’t it?”