Ghostly Flower Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

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.”

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...

He wore the tattered remains of a lab coat with the Ouroboros logo. And growing out of his open chest cavity, nestled between his exposed ribs, was the flower. The Ghost Orchid. It was breathtaking. Pure white petals that seemed to be made of light. It pulsed with a soft, calming energy that made Jack’s cursed arm go quiet. "Welcome," The Gardener said. His voice was dry, sounding like rustling paper. He didn't move his mouth. The vines around his throat vibrated to create the sound. "We are here for the Orchid," Hyena stepped forward, his greed overcoming his caution. "Hand it over, old man."

"Here, take my hand. Even if you fall, I'll be there to help you stand back up again" His Flower's Point Of View The thick stench of blood was strong in the smoke filled air. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent. My instincts had me gagging, maybe too loudly. Another scream echoed from not too far away and I squeezed my eyes shot, willing the horrifying sound of pain to disappear. A small sound of desperation escaped my parted lips and I froze in my position. That was loud. More loud than I thought it would be.