Ghost Tulip Novels & Stories

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.

The tour guide even led us to a perfect spot where we could picnic. There were different colors of tulips lined up in endless rows. "This must be heaven. It's so beautiful here." I mumbled while looking around us. "You're right." "How I wish I could just stay here forever. Away from everyone, away from the spotlight. Living with the people I love." Matthew just gave me a simple smile although he didn't say anything. "Do you know that Tulips symbolize perfect and deep love? They say that if someone gives you a tulip, that means they love you wholeheartedly. I received one when I was just in middle school, I just don't know if that has a meaning though." I chuckled.

"Flowers. Does she like any?" I raise my eyebrows in response. Yes, he really wants to impress her! "Tulips... white... I think." "You think?" I shake my head to think more clearly. "White tulips," I confirm, and he nods. "Perfect! Wait for me here!" Then, he simply opens the door in the midst of traffic, strides hastily across the street, and enters a florist that already has a closed sign. From here, I can see him talking to the lady behind the counter, who seems to explain that they've closed for the day, but he insists. Minutes later, Gael emerges with an extravagant bouquet in his hands, and I cover my mouth, holding back a startled laugh. "There, now we can go!"

Chase moved away from the hole to let them have a look. Walter was the first to look through the hole. "Isn't that a Man-Eating Flower? There's also a Coffin Plant. That's a Rotten Flower. Those are all evil stuff!"

“If this is another wild goose chase, I swear I will leave the lot of you.” “How many times have you said that? And yet, you always come back to us,” said by the one with blue hair in a lazy tone. “Don’t worry. Because according to the information I found, we’re in the right place.” The gray-haired guy tsked. “And how many times have we encountered trouble because of that information of yours?” “We’re definitely in the right place,” said by another, the one with chestnut brown hair. “Can’t you smell the air? It’s filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers,” he said excitedly to the others.

Quinnzel's POV I wake up in a garden. The one that once belonged to my house when my dad was still alive, well stepdad. The high difference between this garden and the one from home was that this one had a lot of color. There were flower beds of tulips, Tuberoses, chrysanthemum, boat orchids, Madonna lily, Dahlia, and Acanthaceae. Their flowers were also hanging on the trees like it was draped around the trees. It seemed well-maintained and it radiated a lot of delicate ambiance and calmness.

“I’m no genius, but I’m pretty sure even I know that code daddy dearest was talking in was referring to us.” Ghost scoffed, then snorted, then shook his head incredulously. “Who’s who then?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Knight clicked his teeth. “You’re the orchids. He said they’re commonly used in funerals. Funerals happen in graveyards, which is commonly where ghosts are found.” He shot a finger gun at Ghost. “Fire lily is Damon, clearly. I’m the moonflowers.” Shadows snaked across the floor, rolling over the wood like a dark fog. He gestured down at the sea of darkness. “Duh. And Caius is the rose, because he’s a prickly ass bastard.”

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

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.

Not expecting to see her browsing up the prizes for each flower and the numbers I was seeing were just unbelievable. One is called a Juliet Rose, widely known for its distinctive full-cupped shape and beautiful apricot petals. What is even crazier is that it took fifteen years to cultivate. The others were tulips, exotic orchids, lilies, and moonflowers. “Damn! These are all hell expensive. This one is no ordinary stalker, Cara.” Nancy muttered, still in sheer disbelief as she lowered her phone. It feels like my headache just had gone worst. “Obviously.” I wanted to throw it away, but seeing the prizes made me think otherwise.