Ghost Lilies Novels & Stories

She didn’t look at me as I approached her, but kept her eyes trained on the Gladiolus flowers and Peruvian lilies under the window to her right. Without a word, I lower myself to sit beside her as I wrap my arm around her shoulder. She never takes her eyes off of the flowers, but she leans into me, accepting my support and sympathy. “Did you know that Peruvian lilies represent grief, support, and healing and Gladiolus flowers represent hope and encouragement.?” She sighs.

With a flick of her fingers, candles which are placed around her in a white circle line, litten to life flames are flickering furiously trying to reach high. *Images start flashing in her mind as the golden aura covers her body. The first image fleshes through her mind was of a beautiful garden with blue roses and white lilies, which are the symbol of the white ancient spirit magic and can be found in only one place in the entire darkland. There are racks placed at the corner of the garden, near the wall which separates the open garden from the other parts of the castle; it contains Ancient looking books and Scrolls as some sort of built-in library.

"Damon! What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting!" "I need your help." I collapsed into the chair beside her bed, my body trembling with exhaustion. "The flower petals I had, the ones that could have led me to Sera, I lost them in the attack. But you have abilities. Your connection to nature, your fireflies. Can you use them to find where those flowers grow?" Giselle's expression shifted from concern to determination. "What kind of flowers?" "White lilies with purple edges. They only grow in certain areas near Kade's territory." I pulled a dried fragment from my pocket, a single petal I had somehow managed to keep. "This is all I have left."

Perhaps fresh air would clear her head. The gardens were silent this late at night. Laura wandered along stone paths, inhaling the sweet scent of night flowers. As she turned a corner, she gasped. Before her stretched a hidden garden filled with flowers she'd never seen before—blooms that only opened under moonlight, their petals a luminous blue-white that seemed to glow. "Moon lilies," came Nikolai's voice from the shadows. "They only bloom three nights each month." Laura turned to find him watching her from a stone bench. He wore a simple black shirt, open at the throat, and dark pants. His hair was tousled, as if he'd been running his hands through it.

I headed for the greenhouse behind the herbology wing, a place rarely visited this early. In the far corner, nestled in a clay pot, was a single white orchid,rare and delicate, its petals edged in silver. Professor Lin had brought it back from the southern cliffs, calling it “the ghost flower.” It blooms once a year. Today was the third day of its bloom. Perfect. I knelt before it, hands resting on my thighs. I closed my eyes. I didn’t just picture it. I remembered it. The coolness of its petals under my fingertips from when I’d brushed past it when it first arrived. The faint scent like rain on stone and something older. The slight tremble in its stem when the wind blew through the open ven

A white mist manifested not far from my feet and slowly took shape into a colorless, transparent woman. “That’s better,” Lily said. “Now, can you please tell us who you are and how you know that my niece has been poisoned?” “I thought that all of the ghosts were cast out of this house, except for me,” the ghost said. “Not now!” Lily scolded. “Can’t you see that she’d dying? Tell us what you know.” “She put small amounts of mandrake in the chamomile tea,” the ghost said. “Mandrake?” Megan gasped.

Lily inside her bedroom takes scissors and brings out all Evelyn’s pictures in her album she uses scissors to slice them into pieces and she burns it while Evelyn stood and watch her burn her pictures. “ I wanted to kill you by trick before but now I see trick doesn’t work for you, when you return I will kill you myself. “ must you get everything I am interested in? I met Manuel first but he didn’t look at me for once instead he took you from branch to headquarters and I remain in branch company.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

Her feet were in heels, her fingers in gloves, no skin was left available to the ghost! Taking in the wicked decorations that she'd spent so much time setting up, Geneva lifted the skirt of her ball gown-like wedding gown and walked to the center of the living room. She tried her best to redo the crazy pattern that she made on the floor with the already lit scented candles and flower petals of various colours. The more she tried, the worse it became and her heels that kept on crushing the flowers were no joy. Feeling dejected, she wondered why she had bought those rubbish and wasted her time on them. Ah, because she was trying to suck up to a certain someone and avoid death.