Ghost Tulip Novels & Stories

Tonight, at the Gala, Kaelen would tell the world he had found his sun, he wouldn't realize until it was too late that he had just cast his entire future into the shade. I checked the mirror one last time, my eyes, usually a dull grey, flickered with a hint of that same obsidian smoke I'd seen in the basin. "Enjoy the lilies, Kaelen," I whispered, thinking of the bouquet I’d seen delivered for Tanya, "They're the traditional flower for funerals." I opened my window and slipped out into the cooling night air, the "Rejection" was signed, but the war had just begun.

His hands extend, the pink and white tulips carefully clutched between his palms, as he asks me to pick one. But why is he asking me to pick one, when I can have both of them? I furrow my eyebrows, and he insists with his eyes to choose one as if they would reveal a secret or a mystery. I give up on his small pleas and extend my hand carefully eyeing the tulips. The more I look, the more I am attracted to one bunch, the more I feel it is calling onto me, the more I feel it belongs to me, but the moment I reach it, they disappear turning into ashes in the ground, and the other does not even exist.

Nox rolled her eyes at me, "You got it IN the gardon!" "No! I'm saying he should smell like the mark on--Wait, what?!" I gasped in shock. "I smell like your favorite flower?!" That's what Kirsch said. "Lycoris Radiata is red spider lily?!" That's what I said. "And Taran smells like it, too." And that's what Nox said.

The cool night breeze kissed my skin, and for a moment, it calmed the storm in my chest. Then I saw it. Just beyond the path behind the house, hidden like a secret, was a garden. His garden. My breath caught in my throat. Tulips. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. In every color you could think of. Deep reds, delicate pinks, golden yellows, soft purples. Each one looked like it had been planted with care — arranged in soft rows, like a painting come to life. It was… beautiful. I stepped closer, unable to stop myself. The moonlight gave the garden a dreamlike glow, and the tulips swayed gently in the breeze like they were whispering secrets.

A fairly large gate was right in front of their eyes. The luxurious gate was covered in white marble with gold ornaments on the sides of the walls. The gate was not iron painted gold, but pure real gold. Right after they entered, a slightly hilly green garden was seen that spoiled the eyes of the three of them. There were also expanses of flowers growing there, and the most abundant were the northern blue tulips typical of Vitania. "It's so beautiful," Alisa murmured.

"Take your money and get out!" With everyone staring, all smug and smugger, I got down and picked up the checks. In the bathroom, my phone buzzed. Mr. Crevan: [Ms. Alden, your burial plot has been secured. Any special requests for the funeral?] I stared at the screen, then typed: [Tulips. I want tulips planted everywhere.] I used to love tulips. Hemi once spent a whole year learning to grow them. Turned our tiny garden into a sea of color—just for me.

SCARLETT My jaw hung low in awe as I stared at the statue of a couple, their bodies covered in red, white, and black roses. There were many other static things like this around, all covered in flowers to give the impression that everything was made with them. All kinds. Roses, jasmines, tulips. Especially tulips. The purple flower had a separate garden devoted to it. The never-ending row of tulips was pleasing to the eyes. The bright lights that covered the empty path beside the rows of flowers was enhancing the beauty of the place.

"I saw tulips yesterday, so I thought I could water them." "I was going to do it, so how about we water them together?" Leo asked. "Alright." They walked until they reached the bushes. They knelt in front of the flowers and started watering them. "Be careful. There are Aechmeas behind the tulips." "Aechmeas?" Leo gently pushed some tulips to show him gorgeous looking pink flowers. "These strange flowers are called Aechmeas. They look beautiful, but are quite dangerous," he said, staring at Alexander.

But what caught my attention was that this same glittery essence wasn't just limited to the tree, it was also suspended on the lake's surface. Amidst this shimmering expanse, giant lily pads floated serenely, each one crowned with a majestic tulip. These blooms came in a kaleidoscope of blues, magentas, and purples, their delicate petals unfolding like silken sails in the breeze. Some tulips stood tall, their cups open to the sky, while others remained softly closed, as if hiding the secrets of the world beneath their delicate, soft exterior.

This kind of tulip is said to be so rare that only a minimum number of them still exist due to their vulnerability and fragility. According to my research, the Tulip Break Virus helped to weaken the bulb, stopping the plant from growing and eventually wilting, so I was really surprised to see them blooming like this, and there are a lot of them. I really wanted to touch them, but I was worried that it might affect their growth and eventually cause them to wither. I suddenly remembered Annie mentioning seeing this kind of tulip with Zion, and it made me wonder if that same flower and the one my mom received came from the same place, in this garden.