Ghost Tulip Novels & Stories

#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."

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.

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

The Vampire Hater shoves me in the backseat of the car, and the pack elder snarls at him, telling him to be gentle. Once I'm seated, the elder takes out a needle, and the stronger scent of the ghost orchid invades my nostrils, I remain still as he jabs me on the shoulder. “Sorry, princess,” he murmurs. “I need to do it.” He closes the door, and before I know it, I feel the fatigue that overtakes my body as the ghost orchid, also known as the vampire’s poison, does its job.

GILDEON By the looks of it, the tattoo's magic had been drained, siphoning Paul’s life in the process. Whoever did this staged it to look like a jellyfish attack. “Ghulik, can you trace the source?” he asked urgently. The goblin clambered over Plumber Paul's body, sniffing around. “A witch, Master,” Ghulik said after a moment. “Ghulik smells the powerful kind.” “Are you sure?”

We will have everything ready to welcome everyone next evening. Saturday. The Turners' house. The day of the party arrives, and we spend the day getting everything ready. Alex takes my sister to pick up the fabrics that Jonathan has ordered. The buffet delivers everything early, and we set up the table, which looks beautiful with the golden ochre fabric covering it and a smaller white fabric diagonally over it. I chose all the decorations in gold, and white flowers. Tulips! I've read that they represent purity, love and kindness. Often used for engagement ceremonies. We're not going to deviate from the traditional, and there's no time to be too creative. I arrange them myself in a beautiful

I had no choice, so I dug through every gift Zoe had ever given me, but I found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I shook a pillow, and a tiny paper figure floated out. Its face was drawn to resemble Lucas, and his birth details were written on the back! The fortune teller exclaimed, “That’s it! The lock and the paper figure work together, and since you've touched the lock, the effect on you is stronger. Luckily, you found it early.” I broke out in a cold sweat. That same day, I slipped the paper figure under Miles’ pillow and instructed my parents to watch him while he slept.

Gulf is holding the urn where the ashes of her twin was while Ritz held Aevin on his hand. Mew felt his blood boiled when he saw a man holding a kid, that kid really looks like him! That kid is clearly his son! His gaze turn to Gulf who's wearing an all white suit and black shades, he's hugging a Jade urn as he gently placed it inside the vacant tomb, the people who gathered throw flowers on it, Mew walk closer to throw the flower he's holding, a tulip... It was Davika's favorite flower. Gulf was stunned when he saw the man who throw the Tulip on the open tomb.