Ghostly Flower Novels & Stories

Tears rolls down his mom’s face while Evelyn spirit walks into the office smiling and she flashes back to how her spirit comes out of Marylyn’s body and keeps following her mom, she was feeling pitied for her at the party that she doesn’t know she was dead only for her to see her buying chemical at the chemical shop and injecting it to her drink and gives it to a waiter to bring it to Marylyn who was sited finding everything strange. She was shocked to see her mother inject the drink and wanted to give Marylyn because she thought she was the one and she when the waiter was about bringing it she entered into the waiter to control her at that moment and she changes the drink and she serves her

We called it The Switch. Off, you were a ghost. Unseeable not because of any trick of light but because everything the body used to announce itself, warmth, scent, the electromagnetic hum of a living thing with elevated senses, went quiet. You were there and you weren't. Present and undetectable, occupying space without claiming it.

Subtle, but I notice everything. Klaus de Luca. He didn’t see me as he entered a room alone. I didn’t hesitate. Silently, smoothly, I followed. The door was just starting to close when— CRASH! A vase flew at my head. I ducked instinctively, the ceramic shattering against the wall behind me. I straightened slowly, blade already drawn. Then I heard his voice. Low. Calculated. “So... you’re the Ghost Knife. The woman with no past. No future. Who sent you ? .”

Alex added, he couldn't believe what he is hearing, people from the ghost realm, how ridiculous and cunning can that prince Tlyer be. "So what is the name of this ingredient.." "Ghost ban flower" "What!" Everybody in the room exclaimed except Catori, she had suspected it to be like that; she thought about their experience in the vampire kingdom, they did not go through hell as she had expected, rather they let them go so easily even after stealing the eye of the earth from them; one should know that what the vampires hate the most is someone stealing from them, they believe in the saying: if you want something, go get it in front of the person, not sneaking around and going behind one's back

Philip glanced at it and found this scene to be somewhat familiar. In his memory, this flower was said to grow in the netherworld. Looking at the blooming flower, all the spirits said with satisfaction, “Finally, we’ve fulfilled the wish of the mighty being and planted a red spider lily in the ancient ruins.” That mighty being’s wish? Philip's eyes lit up. “That mighty being you’re talking about…” However, before Philip could finish asking, all the spirits entered the flower and disappeared before Philip's eyes.

I take in my surroundings at once to see that I’m in a garden-like cottage with trees and flowers scattered around. A healer must have lived here, I reason, plucking the flower the leaf came from and recognizing it at once. It’s Ghost Dahlia, a rare flower with healing powers. It’s said to be extinct, so what is it doing here? I pluck the dead-like flower, which blossoms into a beautiful yellow flower in my hands. Legend says it only blossoms for the pure-hearted, which warms my heart. “The moon goddess has come to our aid, and you must save me with the flower,” Bailey says, and I feel a pang in my chest. “I do not know how much time I have left, and the potion you took is just temporary,” s

I headed for the greenhouse behind the herbology wing, a place rarely visited this early. In the far corner, nestled in a clay pot, was a single white orchid,rare and delicate, its petals edged in silver. Professor Lin had brought it back from the southern cliffs, calling it “the ghost flower.” It blooms once a year. Today was the third day of its bloom. Perfect. I knelt before it, hands resting on my thighs. I closed my eyes. I didn’t just picture it. I remembered it. The coolness of its petals under my fingertips from when I’d brushed past it when it first arrived. The faint scent like rain on stone and something older. The slight tremble in its stem when the wind blew through the open ven

Alex asked. “Daya and Ynes are injured, so I came out to collect herbs. I heard that there’s a strange flower called the Wraith Hibiscus, which will ripen soon. This strange flower can cure gravely injured souls. I wanted to come out and try my luck, but I didn’t expect that I would encounter those bast*rds from the Hawkgirl Galaxy and were almost dismantled into a pile of bones.” Alex felt his heart wrench at Shirley’s words. Her soul was undamaged but injured. It was perilous and troublesome.

My body was already fragile, worn out from the emotional and physical toll of the past days, and now someone was toying with me? As I reached for the doorknob again to close it, something caught my attention. A sharp, peculiar scent. Sweet, yet spicy. Oddly familiar, but...wrong. My eyes fell to the porch, and my breath hitched. A bouquet of Moon Flowers. Only, they weren’t the crystal white ones that gently glowed in the dark. These were black. Deep, glossy black, shimmering under the pale daylight like polished onyx. They didn’t just sit there—they loomed, almost alive in their stillness.

"Wait. I need to know. Why did, uhm, whatever, carelessly pick me?" "Go back." The woman wasn't paying her any attention. She kept on plucking cowries and attaching them to her head. "What is he? Oh, don't answer that one. He's a ghost. I know that. Why is he in that state? No, no, why can I see him? Why can l feel his touch, ghosts can't do that, can they? What does he need me for?" The old woman stopped her scaly hands from further movements and stared directly at Geneva through her foggy eyes that obviously saw clearly.