Ghostly Flower の小説・ストーリー

Every gust of wind sounds like a whisper. The forest changes around me. Paths close behind me. New ones open up. Time moves strange here—I can’t tell how long I’ve been walking. Then I hear it. A heartbeat. Not mine. Louder. Slower. I follow it. Soon, I find it. A glowing flower sits in a circle of roots, pulsing gently like it’s alive. The Bloodlight Flower. I reach for it carefully, my hands trembling. The moment I pluck it from the earth, the ground quakes. The forest screams. It’s an ear splitting sound. Almost unbearable.

It was a grass-like herb with long, lance-shaped leaves sprouting directly from the stone. But what truly caught her attention was the pair of flowers growing from it. One was still a tightly closed bud, while the other had fully bloomed. The open blossom was as large as the fist of a full-grown werewolf, resembling a lily in shape, except its petals were a deep, blood-red hue. Even more astonishing, under the pale moonlight, the flower shimmered as if sprinkled with stardust, glowing with an ethereal beauty beyond words. ‘Mate, bloomed!’ Cara sent an excited mind link to Grey Wolf.

"I found a flower inside it. Jeniece had mentioned it to me before, and I suspect she placed it there to cause this chaos. This flower is known as the bloom of the dead! It appears as a yellow flower bud that only blooms in the presence of someone who has passed away. It absorbs the essence of death from the deceased and disperses it, resulting in the death of an equal number of individuals as the number of petals it possesses. This is exactly what happened that evening, but what disturbs me is the death of the crows afterward. I wonder what caused it," she expressed her doubts. "That bitch is truly testing my patience!" I furrowed my brow in frustration.

It was time for Celeste to move on from her pain. It was already late when Celeste came out of the mental asylum, but she still visited Sylvia's grave. "We were taught in school that spiritual beings don't exist. But after you left the world, I desperately wished that spirits and ghosts were real," she said as she smiled bitterly. She then placed a bouquet of fresh flowers in front of Sylvia's grave. She was surprised to see a larger bouquet at the side. It wasn't the regular ones people would bring when they cleaned the graves. It consisted of rare species of rose and chrysanthemum, still in full bloom. It was clear that the bouquet was left here not long ago.

I was out from behind my desk and moving past him within seconds, but before I could make it to the door, and it wasn't even that far, he pulled me back and I ended up with my face in his chest and our bodies so close you couldn't tell the difference if not for our different coloured clothes. I was speechless, that was for sure. Speechless with a nose full of his spicy clean and crisp scent, it reminded me of black pepper. To say I was breathing him in was an understatement,I was devouring his scent. My knees positively weak, thank God he was holding me, or I would have been a puddle on the floor by now. "I didn't come to give you a break Flower, I came to feed you." His voice...the rich tim

As he walked away, she whispered, “I’ll find it, Xavier. Whatever you are.” The Flower Haunts Her At night, when the palace walls fell quiet and the wind howled like a warning outside the frost-glazed windows, Ceres lit a single candle and pulled a book from beneath her pillow. Inside it was the ghost bloom. Pressed. Pale blue. Still not entirely dead. She held it in her palm, remembering her mother’s voice from long ago: “Some flowers bloom where nothing should grow. That’s why they’re dangerous.” Ceres turned it gently in her hand.

"Now they're leaves in the wind, with a touch of humidity... As if they were leaves blown by the winds of a storm that's brewing." "Yours have changed too, they still look like a field of flowers, but this time, the flower that catches my eye the most is almost forgotten... I had to look in my archives and also in my safe... It was very difficult, as I only have a single seed that hasn't bloomed." Ghost replied, approaching me. "The flower is called the Flames of Hephaestus. They say they were created from the sparks of God's hammer when it meets the anvil." I turned my face towards Lycan, curious about the information.

He could smell me, but he couldn't touch me. "We have to 'Root' her!" Silas shouted, scrambling to his feet. He looked at the black lilies—the strange, obsidian flowers that had sprouted where my power hit the permafrost. "These flowers... they aren't 'Data'. They’re **Materialized Will**. They’re Vespera made into Earth." "How?" Sarah asked, shifting back into her human form, her skin blue from the mountain chill. "She’s fading, Silas! How do you anchor a ghost?"

“Mom did you figure out a way to get rid of these visions? I don’t want them anymore.” “Yes, Dimitri is searching for a rare flower that is said to no longer grow in the wild. The Chocolate Cosmos. This flower is a rich reddish-brown in color and gives off a rich chocolate fragrance when it blooms. According to Dimitri, it has special properties for our kind and will help me use my abilities to take away your visions. The opposite effect of me gifting abilities that enhance someone’s natural ability.” “How long will that take?” “I’m not sure Maliyah, like I said humans have said it no longer grows in the wild. Dimitri thinks they still do so he has been searching for them.”