Ghostly Flower Novels & Stories

With a click, the clasp came undone, and the pendant fell to the floor. In a flash, Zoe’s eyes widened. She grabbed my collar like a madwoman. “Y-You… You didn’t switch fates? You lied to me?!” I looked at her in surprise. “What are you talking about?” Miles suddenly exclaimed, “Ow, Maisie. My neck feels itchy.” He pulled down his collar, exposing his collarbone, and clearly revealed who was actually wearing the demonic fate-swapping lock.

It was like we were completely invisible. April, what is going on? I whispered in our mind. She whined, taking a step toward them. I thought they would follow me into the mist. Can they not see us? As she walked forward, my eyes dropped to the forest floor. A small, vibrant purple flower grew right by her front paw. Stop! I yelled. April, look down. That purple flower. That is wolfsbane. But not the mutated strain the hunters use. That is the original celestial strain. The books say it has been extinct for three hundred years. It only grows in the Moon Goddess’s realm.

"Damon! What are you doing out of bed? You should be resting!" "I need your help." I collapsed into the chair beside her bed, my body trembling with exhaustion. "The flower petals I had, the ones that could have led me to Sera, I lost them in the attack. But you have abilities. Your connection to nature, your fireflies. Can you use them to find where those flowers grow?" Giselle's expression shifted from concern to determination. "What kind of flowers?" "White lilies with purple edges. They only grow in certain areas near Kade's territory." I pulled a dried fragment from my pocket, a single petal I had somehow managed to keep. "This is all I have left."

The other guard, a woman named Lyra, looked back and forth between Lucian and Elias, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, as if instinctively ready to fight. “What is it?” Lucian’s voice was cold. Emory swallowed, his eyes darting nervously. “We felt a... presence. A dark presence. The air has changed. And... there’s something else.” He stepped forward, cautiously, as though afraid to approach too closely. “A flower. A rare one. A dark flower. It’s here.” Lucian’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what they were talking about. The Black Bloom. A flower tied to the use of dark magic. A flower that could only grow in places soaked in dark energy—energy like that which Isadora wielded

It have black stems but white petals. “So, this is the famous marigold flower.” Bella walked to it. “So, only one of these bloom every ten years.” She stared at it for a while, then suddenly she felt something tugging at her. A physical force was pulling her inside the flower. Her soul seems to be drifting into the flower. When she woke, she found herself inside the marigold flower. She was engulfing in its white petals. Feeling something swirling around her she looked at it. It was going inside her veins.

I couldn’t hold back my tears at the sight of my own body. I stepped forward and gently brushed my hand over my face. The faint trace of tears still lingered on my skin. Before I could fully process what was happening, Lucas lunged toward me, frantically clearing away the flowers around my body. His voice was shaking, almost desperate. “Clara has asthma... there can’t be flowers in the house. The pollen will make her sick. Why would you surround her with flowers?”

“I’m no genius, but I’m pretty sure even I know that code daddy dearest was talking in was referring to us.” Ghost scoffed, then snorted, then shook his head incredulously. “Who’s who then?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Knight clicked his teeth. “You’re the orchids. He said they’re commonly used in funerals. Funerals happen in graveyards, which is commonly where ghosts are found.” He shot a finger gun at Ghost. “Fire lily is Damon, clearly. I’m the moonflowers.” Shadows snaked across the floor, rolling over the wood like a dark fog. He gestured down at the sea of darkness. “Duh. And Caius is the rose, because he’s a prickly ass bastard.”

I pulled the Ghost’s Whisper out and set it on the vanity. Mira glanced at the flowers. “What is that?” she asked, reaching for them. “They’re beautiful.” I slapped her hand away. “It’s a ceremonial flower for fertility,” I said. “Not to be touched by anyone but the Queen.” Mira nodded, not bothering to ask more questions.

No, it was like a galaxy. “Clandes?” Amnisty said in disbelief. She squatted and picked the things of the girl. The last thing she picked was a flower, a pink peony. The flower was still fresh. “Seacrestian are powerful, huh? They were able to immediately. I can’t even trace any footsteps.” she said while observing the flower. Amnisty smirked. Geez, you never failed in making me amazing, Clandes. ** Amnisty was staring blankly at the box she hides from Peony. The box contained the materials of Peony when she was in Seacrest. Amnisty didn’t mention any of it to Peony.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”