Ghostly Flower Novels & Stories

Amanda tried to copy her decency, she craned her neck, as she skimmed her carefully. Mercy tittered and gushed. “don’t worry I will teach you.” She crooned Angela could barely hear them, her eyes looked at the stairs, she barely paid attention at them. She waited for them eagerly. they walked in; Melina marched on her hounds making a sharp click-clack as they walked down the stairs. Mercy looked mortified as she spoke to them. ‘‘it’s my mom, she loves wearing hounds, you will get used to the sound.’’ Her face said it all; she was pissed with that atmosphere; it must be really eating her up.

"They look completely dead." "Oh, they aren't dead. They're just incredibly selective," Maeve whispered, her voice dropping to a strange, intense tone. "You see, these aren't regular flowers. They only open up under the direct presence of the ancient, royal Lycan blood lines. The pure blood.“ "Well, Cassian must come down here a lot then," I said, letting my fingertips gently brush against the edge of the closed purple petal. The exact second my skin made contact with the flower, a sudden, blinding flash of silver light erupted from the center of the orchid.

A ghost in a machine. A few days later, a small thing happened. Something that seemed unrelated. Sela was working in the light-gardens, programming the crystalline flowers to shift through a new pattern of colors for the upcoming Festival of Remembering. It was a happy job. The festival celebrated the victory over the Grey Empire, though for most people, it was just a fun party with light shows and music. As she worked, she noticed one of the light-flower beds wasn't responding. The flowers were dim, their colors muted. She checked the energy conduit that fed them. It was a living root, specially grown to carry energy from the Heartwood to the gardens.

Esmere POV “It’s about the day Ophelia attacked Madam Elisa,” Cecilia muttered. I could see the hesitation in her eyes. “W- what about it?” I stuttered. I didn’t know why, but I felt nervous at that time. Then she reached for her pocket and handed me a small purple flower. “What is this?” I asked as I gazed at the flower in my hand. Cecilia’s shoulders uncontrollably shook as she lowered her head. “That flower is called night howler.”

“Still not asleep?” “I couldn’t sleep, so I came outside for a bit.” Lalisa smiled lightly, looking at the red flowers in Mrs. Grayson’s hand. “Are you picking these for Dad?” Mrs. Grayson looked at the flowers in her hand and smiled softly. “Yes, this type of flower only grows at night.” So all the flowers placed next to Jackson’s coffin were trimmed by Mrs. Grayson. Lalisa stood next to her, watching her, and even her actions of trimming the flowers were extremely graceful and noble, as if she were admiring a painting.

Would Wolfgang get mad and finally decide to torture me for real? I look at Magda and nod. I'm worried about meeting Wolfgang, but I don't want to make Magda feel bad because she's the only person who has cared for me in a long time. Magda smiles with relief and gets out of bed. “This is for you.” She places a yellow flower print dress on my lap. “I chose that dress myself. I'll wait for you in the hallway." I nod, and do what she asks me to do, it's what I do best, follow orders.

#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.

But I hesitate when my eyes catch a splotch of color on the ground under my hands that hadn't been there when I sat down. There were flowers, tiny blue ones with white middles, blossoming from where my hands had been. I could see the outline of my fingertips, in fact, but no palm or thumb. I look at my hand, which has loose blades of grass stuck to it. I look at the other side of me, but there are no flowers on that side where my hand had been. The only difference between my hands were I used one to wipe my tears. I leaned down a little and stared at the flowers that continued to slowly creep up from the ground. They were very small; their circumference wasn't even that of a dime. Looked lik

There were too many feelings clumping in his chest: restlessness, worry, fear, anxiety, hope, love for Marvin, and disgust at the sight of Raymond. Her lips twitched in annoyance when he received such treatment from Raymond. Any woman likes roses, but at a time like this, Gennifer felt like throwing up even though the man who gave her was the son of the richest man in a country. Marvin snorted angrily. “Don't accept those cheap hundred dollar flowers, my wife! Tomorrow I will give you the Gloriest Flower!” What? Gloriest Flower? The Gloriest Flower exists only in the city of Gloriston and grows every autumn. When all the flowers fall, only the Gloriest Flower will live and grow. This v

The First Vampire spoke and it was the first time I saw him smile as he stared at the empty wall at the other end of the hallway. "Elnea?" Curiosity sparked inside me upon hearing the name of a flower I've never heard of before. My question made The First Vampire chuckle. "Have you seen a sword, a fairy and a flower on the flag of Eleneas? What do you call it?" "Yea? It's a lily? What about it?"