Ghost Lilies Novels & Stories

asked Juno. “…First of all, this perfume bag… It’s called ghost-luring perfume, and as its name suggests, it’s used to lure ghosts. Moving on to the letter, Old Flint apparently wants to head to a place called Grimhelm to investigate some secrets regarding vampires. Though he’s asking me if I’m willing to go with him, since he sent me this perfume bag, I’m sure he means business. After all, I told him to only send this particular kind of perfume bag over if major issues came up!”

When she was done, she lay on the floor gasping in pain. Sheryl was the first to find her and when she saw how Gwen looked like, horror overtook her features. “A dark lily,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. Gwen fell unconscious after that. When she woke up, Sheryl told her that the dark lily was one of the most powerful plants in their kingdom. As it has to do with rebirth, she can literally bring someone back to life. “Wow,” Hesper had exclaimed. “Anytime I feel like you couldn’t get better, you just prove me wrong.”

There was no grass, and only bitter winds blew. The only visible things were the flowers growing on both sides of the road, appearing extremely beautiful and lush. Those were red spider lilies, also known as lycoris radiata, or the corpse flower. It was said the flowers bloom for a thousand years and withered for another thousand years, so the flowers and leaves never meet. Love transcended karma, and destiny dictated life and death. It was said to be the flower of the underworld, growing by the banks of the river of oblivion. It was beautiful, ominously so.

I began to chant as I felt the blood of Ares mixing with my own until I could feel his power coursing through my veins. I lift my hand and outstretched it until my long black fingernail was technically touching the barrier around the clearing. I watch as the tip of my nails began to bend until it melt. I smirked before retracting my hand. "Ester darling, I see you are not happy that I am visiting you today." I spoke and summoned one of my crows. This one name was Ghost, he had a liking for lost souls that lingered on earth.He could spot them quickly, something I have used him for occasionally when I want to suck some of the souls power. There is nothing more delicious than a wandering soul.

My legs felt like jelly, but I pushed myself forward toward the small, glowing pond at the far end of the garden. And there they were. The Lunar Lilies. They were delicate, translucent flowers that seemed to be made of trapped starlight. They bloomed in the shallow water, their petals opening slowly to drink in the Blood Moon's fading light. I reached out, my fingers trembling as I grasped the stem of the largest flower. This was it. This was Toby’s life. As I pulled the flower from the water, a snap of a twig sounded behind me. I spun around, the lily clutched to my chest, my eyes wide with terror.

But few knew he harbored a secret capable of upending the entire arcane world. A burning candle stood before him. Yet the scent it released was strange—eerily similar to the Ghost Candles found in Willowstead. Spirits were drawn to the scent of Ghost Candles. When unable to feed on living souls, they relied on this incense to remain aware. Without it, they would drift into believing they were dead. It was no longer clear whether Sylas was a man or a ghost. He sniffed the candle's fragrance hungrily, as if his very life depended on it.

came Lila's gruff voice. I walked inside, blinking my eyes. Lila was over her desk. "Um, Elder Lila?" I said hesitantly. “I brought the herbs. She turned and her eyes widened when she saw what I was carrying. "By the Moon Goddess," she breathed. “Actually you did. I nodded and carefully placed the herbs on her table. “Moonflower from Whispering Falls, Ghostly Orchid from Misty Hollow, and blood rose from Crimson Meadow. Lily's twisted fingers hovered over each herb, her expression a mixture of fear and suspicion. "How?" she demanded. "How did you manage?"

He had no idea what to do, but he knew he had to find someone to keep on selling this lie. He knew today was supposed to be his official day back at school, but he wasn't mentally stable to go back and he knew it. Struggling to recover from his mother's demise and now he is seeing Ghosts. He got into his bathroom to wash up and prepare for school. Turned on the shower and stood still as the water paraded his skin and him exhaling, he felt calm at least. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, and immediately saw Tasha calling his name, her eyes filled with darkness and Her hand stretching out to him. He couldn't move, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He couldn't breat

He grunted but didn’t press the matter. I brushed aside fallen leaves and examined the undergrowth. The pull was stronger now, almost like something was vibrating in my chest. It was close. Very close. There, growing at the base of an old oak tree was a small plant with pale, almost translucent petals. They shimmered faintly in the dappled sunlight, like they were made of glass. I recognized it immediately from one of the texts I had studied at the academy. Ghost’s Whisper. My breath caught in my throat. Ghost’s Whisper was one of the rarest plants in existence. The book had said it only grew in areas touched by ancient Lycan magic, which was why most people thought it was extinct.

She placed the thistle in his palm. His fingers curled. The thistle's roots touched the lily of the valley mark in his palm. All its leaves unfurled. It sensed the residual frequency of lily of the valley inside the mark—her frequency. The flower that had been planted in the void for five hundred years, upon contact with his ashes, tasted both remnants of lily of the valley. Aurora's. And hers. The former reminded it of the darkness in the void. The latter reminded it of the light on the Northern ice plains.