Ghost Tulip Novels & Stories

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.

#cemetery# #supernatural world# #Dark magic vs action# Why subject yourself to that screaming banshee? ♥Elena's POV♥ Lilium candidium, the botanical name of white lily which is popularly known as the cemetery plant grew around the graveyard and blossomed into beautiful flowers which symbolized the innocence that has been restored to the soul of the departed. The blossom opened as if each flower were a book-- a book that was more sculpted divinely than written, the ink infusing into the petals to give them their soft glow while the flowers gave a subtle aromatic fragrance to the graveyard.

Shortly Christopher returned, holding a bouquet of African wild lilies complementing beautifully with white roses and French tulips. Serena couldn't help but stare at the bouquet he was holding. Coordinating well with the event's theme tonight, tulips were a perfect choice to gift a couple. Drawing a satisfactory smile over her features, Serena got the bouquet from Christopher as soon as he approached the vehicle opening the door. "African lilies are rare game to find this season, must be expensive brother-in-law."

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.

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.

I had gone there to tell Selena that I was about to have my Marking Ceremony. Instead, I found George there, disheveled, unshaven, a shell of the boy I once knew. He had buried Frendo beside Selena, and every day he stayed there, mourning them both. Lily's remains, however, he had cremated and mixed into the muddy soil nearby, using her ashes to nourish a patch of tulips. When George saw me again, he eagerly picked one of the tulips and offered it to me like a desperate beggar.

Victoria says, pulling off her gloves. “And let’s be honest. I’ve never seen a garden that looked this incredible. They might be a bit strange, but you can’t deny that they are useful.” I say, before turning to head back inside. As I get close to the back of the packhouse, I see part of our flower bed with flowers that are alternating between looking dead and looking beautiful. I step over and see Tula hiding among the flowers. I hear her sniffle and the flower begins to die before she touches it, and it perks back up again.

I sighed and sat on a thick roof over their grave, a tear streaming down my face. But from a tear, there grew a white orchid on the ground on their grave. Orchids have always been my favorite. Mom thought they were beautiful, but said they were hard to keep alive. I looked down at the flower, giving a soft smile. Suddenly, across the pond the tree sat next to, tulips grew, water lillies appeared from underneath the water, the roots over their grave grew thicker and the flower grew to be more beautiful than it was. The tendrils from the branches were more covered in white and pink flowers, branching out and falling down, the tendrils nearly touching the ground. They created a barrier of flowe

Perplexed, completely still there I remained, observing over the lower frame of the bed arranged for the feet that until a moment ago did not let me distinguish by the distance the complete surface of it or perhaps it was the denial itself speaking from my senses. After noticing that I forbade myself to believe that after all I had lost them and before me, on that surface their only being an empty shell and devoid of life prevailed. Their inert bodies there lay covered after the wolfish petrification, as long as death comes to us before old age or illness it was noticeable through the white and somewhat transparent sheets that hid their figure from the world, while on their hands joined at c

Her laugh sounded almost raven-like, making it all the more frightening. Already feeling extremely anxious of her laugh, Gerald’s unease peaked the moment he realized that several extremely weird-looking flowers had begun appearing—out of thin air—in the middle of the corridor. The flowers themselves each only had two petals, with each petal resembling a human’s face! It was at that moment when Gerald finally remembered where he had seen such flowers before. He had seen them in a garden back when he was at the Soul Palace! That garden on his grandfather’s island had been specifically made to plant that breed of flower. Gerald remembered finding the flowers strange, so he had asked Welson mor