Ghostly Flower Novels & Stories

But the fog pulses behind him like a living thing, and something in me knows he’s right. Still, I take a step. He sighs deeply, as though he knows I wasn’t going to give up this easily, then pulls something from his pocket. It’s a flower. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The petals shimmer, iridescent and darkly crimson, shaped like drops of blood caught mid-fall. Its stem curls like it’s alive, pulsing faintly with energy I can’t name. “This flower only grows in the Hollow,” he says, holding it out to me. “It’s considered a herald of change when it appears.” His eyes narrow on mine before he adds, “It smells like berries.”

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

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.

"What is it?" "How is this possible?" "These are obviously Scarlet flame Flowers. They're a very ordinary kind of spirit herb that's pretty much the same as weeds. Apart from their large quantity, they don't have much of a place in the entire secret land!" "Hiss! It's so strange! They're mutating, and their attacks are almost on par with ordinary Insights!" Zhou Lianyi exclaimed in disbelief. Closely behind! She swung out countless lotus-shaped fist shadows in succession, fiercely crushing all the incoming Scarlet Flame Flowers.

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.

The flower trembled once, as though answering, then dissolved into the current. He stood there for a long time, watching the light drift away. When he finally turned back toward the city, the streets seemed brighter, the air softer, and the silence alive again. That evening, he found Lucia at the old museum, hunched over a table scattered with blueprints and circuit fragments. “You won’t believe what I saw,” he said. She looked up, weary but alert. “Something new?” “Something old,” he replied, and told her about the flower. Lucia listened, her expression unreadable. “Could be bioluminescent algae,” she said finally. “Or—” “Or her,” he interrupted. “You felt it too, didn’t you? The pulse hasn

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.