Ghostly Flower Mga Nobela at Kwento

Surprisingly there were some flowers grown here as well, in such a cold and freezing climate, Galanthus and Eranthis, they planted these flowers in this small garden which actually held onto the flowers for very long, defying the season around them. "Such a pity for both flowers having the same space," a voice said, and Zinnia blinked, coming out of her thoughts, turning her head and finding a tall man with well-defined features stepping ahead. He was a vampire, obviously, his presence carrying that same unmistakable stillness she had learned to recognize, but she had never seen him before, and outsiders weren't allowed inside the mansion, were they?

"They're trying to d******d. The gas is a liquid-state hard drive, Audrey. It’s searching for a biological host to stabilize its sequence." The suspense of the "Ghost-Protocol" was a struggle for the city’s identity. Throughout the residential sectors, the bronze-wood walls began to pulse with a rhythm that wasn't Audrey’s. Strange, crystalline flowers began to bloom in the plumbing, and the air smelled of the ancient, forgotten ozone of a dead star-system.

“Ghostshade.” Even Lex swore quietly beside me. I looked between both of them sharply. “What is that?” “A flower,” Lex answered grimly. “Rare. Grows near the northern ravines.” Maeve nodded once. “If prepared correctly, it can purge magical toxins from the bloodstream.” “If prepared incorrectly?” I asked coldly and Maeve’s silence answered for her. Fantastic. “How long do we have?” “Not long.” Her gaze hardened. “By tomorrow night, the poison will start attacking her heart.”

“I’ve finished the last one. The Wraith’s Kiss. It made my skin feel too tight for my body. I could barely think for wanting.” A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. This was their dance. She, a werewolf with a resistance to most toxins and a fascination with altered states, was his sole, secret tester. He would craft a bouquet with a specific, psychosomatic effect. She would take it to her loft, immerse herself in its aura, and report back the sensations. It was a dangerous, delicious game. “I have just the thing,” he murmured. He led her to the back, to a specimen grown under a bell jar. The flower was a deep, velvety crimson, almost black in the center, with a stamen that pulsed with a f

She plucked one. The glow of the flower dimmed faintly in her hand.There was power in it. Without Gina noticing, she carefully slipped the flower into satchel. ——— Later that night—At the Blackmoon Pack Library… Laura sneaked into the library. She sat by the heart a sack of old leather-bounds times beside her. She picked few books about herbs. One of the books had what she was looking for. Solaris Bloom. It was also known as “The Flames of Renewal”the Bloom is a rare flower said to glow with the last breath of a fallen star.Known for its potent restorative properties.

“Then we’ll just have to be faster.” By dawn, we were already on the move again. The mountain range stretched endlessly before us, every ridge sharper than the last, each step echoing with exhaustion. The path narrowed as we descended into the valley below, where the air grew warmer and thick with mist. Strange black flowers bloomed along the cliffsides—flowers that glowed faintly blue when touched by the sun. Aaron stopped to pluck one. “Well, at least the apocalypse has nice landscaping.” Sylra smacked his hand. “Those are soul blooms. They grow on the graves of forgotten spirits.”

He will dry that witch's blood and savor every drop of it to compensate for what she did to him. Meanwhile, inside the elegant room, Celestine suddenly opens her eyes. Her eyes widely opened when she realized that she was not inside her room. Then a flashback of what happened before she passed out entered her mind. A vampire shows up in front of her. A vampire manages to get in their house despite that they have big dogs as their guards so they will know once there is someone inside their yard.

He stood up and walked to where he used to out his books, he took a small but old looking book and came back to where he was sitting, next to me. "I read it in this book , there is a certain theory which say that people might have ghost clones, these clones looks and dresses exactly like the original you and they can do anything you can do. Sometimes if you are lucky you can have a good clone but if you are unlucky you are likely to have a bad and evil clone , which means you are unlucky because yours is evil" he explained. His explanation shocked me , i have never heard such things and I've never believed in ghost theories.

A few seconds later, the scene changed again… At this time, the sparkling space of the room gradually turned yellow and there were floating white flowers around. If looking closely, we can see that these flowers were definitely fairy flowers. Olivia couldn’t help staring at this special space. But Olivia was just eight hundred years old… she couldn’t realize that. Maybe these were just floating white flowers in her eyes, and this wasn’t too exciting! Olivia looked the other way, then she realized all this space turned yellow with many fairy flowers.

Rain realized that she’d almost worn a baby blue dress in the morning, she had totally forgotten about the burial even though she checked it countless times but…even though…not everyone in their entourage was wearing black. Just walk and act like you don’t know them. When they all finally joined the crowd, some others turned their faces back to the black casket that was about to be lowered into the ground. There was a picture in front of it, a young and vibrant looking man with glasses, he looked so handsome…so kind. Damn. Shit like this got her sad easily. He looks to be at least twenty-two or even twenty-one. The one person that caught Rain’s attention in the crowd was a woman that stood c