Ghostly Flower Novels & Stories

I said to him and I turned to Sushi, who was now at the entrance of the tunnel and didn't seem to want to step toward me. "Don't worry, the flower is not poisonous. But it is poisonous to other creatures. It has a different effect on immortals." He answered me. "Do you want to know?" "Yes." I quickly answered him. Everyone wants to know what the effect of this plant is. "The plants that surround us are called Lycoris Radiata. The flower of death. It foresees the death of a being. It does not live in another place, it only grows here. So this flower, time to grow somewhere else—that means someone's going to die." He answered me that I inhaled. I felt like I lost my breath because of the infor

The journey was faster than before; the gold flowers lined the road, pulsing with light that seemed to guide them, and the watcher's attention was focused with an intensity that made the air shimmer. The relay site had changed. The great gold flower at the center of the garden had grown larger than ever, its petals the size of carriage wheels, its light warm enough to melt the frost for a hundred paces in every direction. But beneath that light, there was something else—a shadow, a coldness, the particular quality of loneliness that the watcher had cut away. "The ghost is here," Elara said. "I can feel it." Clara extended her anchor sense. The ghost was not a presence, not like the watcher.

Some I recognized from the faded pages of library books, flowers I'd only ever seen as printed pictures or inked illustrations. There were Birds of Paradise, those strange, angular flowers that looked like fiery birds mid-flight, with their orange and indigo plumes tilted skyward. Bleeding hearts, too. Small, delicate blooms in the shape of hearts hanging from arched stems, with their pink petals pulled open like they were weeping. Calla lilies, with their elegant white trumpets curled in that signature shape. I even caught a glimpse of a Ghost Orchid. It was so rare I'd only ever read about it once, buried in the margin of a botany book.

“No, it is just a flower that I know of. I am not up to date on the flowers of the fae.” Xylia looked at the flower but didn’t smell it or pick the petals off. Xylia looked at him, wondering if he would tell her what the flower was. He seemed to be thinking it over. She could always ask her mother about the flower if she had to. The flower was amazing, it glowed an amazing purple color. “So, you aren’t going to tell me what the flower is about?” Xylia asked as she lay it across her lap.

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

Her laugh sounded almost raven-like, making it all the more frightening. Already feeling extremely anxious of her laugh, Gerald’s unease peaked the moment he realized that several extremely weird-looking flowers had begun appearing—out of thin air—in the middle of the corridor. The flowers themselves each only had two petals, with each petal resembling a human’s face! It was at that moment when Gerald finally remembered where he had seen such flowers before. He had seen them in a garden back when he was at the Soul Palace! That garden on his grandfather’s island had been specifically made to plant that breed of flower. Gerald remembered finding the flowers strange, so he had asked Welson mor

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

Jessica whispered with a snicker. Her heart pounded wildly. She quickly returned to the classroom, sitting stiffly while Anton’s eyebrows remained raised, watching her. How could she hear him so clearly, even though he was only whispering from so far away? “Hi, Beshie!” She jumped when Mariel tapped her arm. “Why do you look like you saw a ghost?” Mariel asked curiously. Snapping out of it, Flora moved to the empty seat beside Mariel. “Beshie, if you can hear someone whispering from far away, what does that mean?” she asked softly, curious.

she pointed to a cluster of blood red flowers with teeth in the petals, "...will absolutely melt your tongue off. Don’t sniff it." “Got it. Death flower. Check.” I made a note in the little journal I’d summoned from my N.O.V.A. this morning. It even had a sparkly pen. Gods help me, I loved it. "That one?" Lila gestured to a blue mossy patch. "Harmless! But if you step on it, it sings folk songs from the Underrealm for, like, hours." “Terrifying.” “It has a banjo,” she added. I stared at her.

Maybe it’s just the atmosphere! “For you,” he adds. He takes my hand and places the flower in it. The flower looks like a rose, but instead of red, its color is white. “It’s called Queen of the Night,” he informs. “It only blooms once every one or two years. It’s a nocturnal cactus.” “Okay,” I say, staring at it because I don’t want to look at him. He takes another step towards me and then takes my other hand. With his proximity, I forgot to breathe and I make the mistake of looking into his eyes, and now I am trapped in it.