Ghost Lilies Novels & Stories

It was still very early. One of the lily spirits floated over to me. “I know you. You give us spores.” I reached over to shake the closest fern bush. “I need help. Something strange is happening.” “Something strange,” the lily spirit agreed, darting through the air to catch spores.

"But the Trial of Fire is for the uncertain. My children are not a question. They are the answer." ​I reached into the small pouch at my waist and pulled out a handful of crushed white petals—Lunar Lily, a rare flower that only grows where the True Bride walks. I tossed them into the air. Instead of falling, they ignited in mid-air, burning with a brilliant, cool silver light that didn't smoke.

A small group of figures, dressed in formal black, stood frozen around an empty hole in the ground - the hole meant for the box I had just vacated. The wailing stopped instantly. A deathly hush fell over the garden. Every head turned slowly to face the filthy, trembling figure emerging from the grave. I stood amidst the trampled lilies, my white burial gown smeared with dark soil. A man in the distance whispered one chilling word: "Ghost!" Before fear could register, a blur of rustling black silk surged toward me. The elderly woman whose despair had woken me crashed into me, catching my swaying body in a desperate, bone-crushing embrace.

She asks in her little childish voice. "No baby girl" I answer, placing her on the bed. "I don't think that's true." She says, shaking her head. "And why is that, baby girl?" "Well, Nicole had been talking about ghosts and monsters all day and when I tried to go to sleep in my room, I heard one come in." She says and I can't help but roll my eyes at Nicole's stupid tricks. "There's no such thing as a ghost lily, but there are monsters out there, one we don't know if they won't hurt you. Okay?" I said as I ran my fingers through her soft hair, Lily purred as she smiled up at me.

Some I recognized from the faded pages of library books, flowers I'd only ever seen as printed pictures or inked illustrations. There were Birds of Paradise, those strange, angular flowers that looked like fiery birds mid-flight, with their orange and indigo plumes tilted skyward. Bleeding hearts, too. Small, delicate blooms in the shape of hearts hanging from arched stems, with their pink petals pulled open like they were weeping. Calla lilies, with their elegant white trumpets curled in that signature shape. I even caught a glimpse of a Ghost Orchid. It was so rare I'd only ever read about it once, buried in the margin of a botany book.

Hello guys!!! I really hope you did enjoy the mystery, romance and action of this erotica? If yes, then the mystery continues in both FALLING FOR A GHOST 2 - The search for how Heaven came to contact the deadly HIV virus brings us to the story of Alex. How he went from a sinner to a man of God and the battles in-between. FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven.

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.