Ghostly Flower Novels & Stories

it was a door with a finger scanner and a passcode only he knew the password. He entered the passcode and scanned his fingers before the door finally opened up.. He walked inside the dimly lit room and locked the door behind him… This dimly lit room wasn't a room but his secret garden where he cultivated the most dangerous flowers in the world.. He kept them all hidden because they were dangerous and he would occasionally make use of them… His favorite plant Among them all was the blue orchid flower also known as the blue ghost flower which was extremely rare… Right in the middle of the room was a massive cage which was big enough to hold a Lycanthrope…

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

Zayn called her making her come out of her thoughts. "Tell me which one is Blue devine flower and which one is purple devine flower." Zayn out two similar looking flowers in front of Giselle while Giselle blinked. "Three petals, smells fruity with a purple dot in middle. This one is purple devine flower." "You remembered it well." Zayn nodded as he praised her while Giselle chuckled. "It can act as a strong drip on immortals." She added again as this flower was forbidden for immortals. It can awake deepest desires and make the victim vulnerable to anything. It has the same effect as Rohypnol.

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

Chapter 24 CELESTE POINT OF VIEW I place fresh flowers in the vase on Adrian's nightstand, peonies, their petals unfurling in soft layers of white and palest pink. I've chosen them carefully, wanting something gentle, something that might bring a moment's peace to the man who now moves through our home like a ghost.

If I do, I might start throwing rocks. But something else catches my attention—just past them. Half-hidden in the cracks of the jagged cave wall. A glow. Soft, faint, but unmistakable. Like moonlight caught between stones. I step forward, angling the flashlight, and there it is: The flower. It’s beautiful in that horrifying, cursed-object kind of way. Pale petals curling outward like they’re stretching in slow motion. Each one edged in silver. The center glows faintly, like it’s not reflecting light—but making it.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov

Just looking at it gave me goose bumps. “I’ve never seen this flower before,” I told her, sitting up, and Zion nodded his head to agree with me. “What kind of flower is it?” "It's called Giyeangi," Astrid said. "It's a very rare and deadly flower that grows only on the body of a dead werewolf who was not buried. It feeds on their blood and essence, and then releases a toxin that can kill any other werewolf who comes in contact with it." I gasped in shock. I had never heard of such a deadly flower before, but what has it got to do with my poison? We didn’t have any dead wolves who weren’t buried so the flower wouldn’t be in our pack.

Where is it? Issei - 'Is she looking for something?' Ghost - I can't find it... Uhn, hic... Issei - ...Are you searching for something? Ramius - H-Hey! Don't just talk to her! Issei - It's fine. She's harmless. Ghost - A flower... I'm searching for a flower... Issei - A flower? What kind? Ghost - I want to give it to... It's for making people happy... Where is it? Issei and Ramius know what flower she's searching for...