Glaze Lilies Novels & Stories

I hollered when we ran through the garden. Beautiful flowers were grown there to attract any eyes with great attraction to beauty. Red and pink roses littered the floor and formed a huge 'M' shape representing the Marshalls. A large fountain also gushed out clean water which didn't only add to the beauty but also served as a way of feeding the plants. They ranged from purple lilies, white sunny flowers, tulips, Chery blossom, bluebells, and a host of others. Their beauty seemed innocent but it would cost an expert to realize that most of the flowers were wolfsbane and were shielded by magic called the glamour spell. Glamour spells help by using beauty to shield an object and sometimes even a

They couldn't look away from each other's faces. The garden was decorated with various species of flowers of different colors. From Claire's favorite Frangipanis to Lillies. Hyacinths to Lilacs. Tulips to Buttercups. Periwinkles to cosmos. And lots and lots of gypsophila adding beauty to their surroundings.

I'll start over. "No," Lila said, her voice softening slightly. "You'll learn more by correcting your mistakes than by starting over. Think, Luna. How can you face that phantom orchid?" I frowned and racked my brain. Then it dawned on me. "Blood rose!" I shouted. “Its properties can neutralize the orchid's potency. Lila's eyes shone with approval. "Excellent. How much would you add?" I bit my lip and thought. “Just… just a pinch,” I said slowly. “Too much would overpower the healing properties of moonshine.

A Vision of Lavender and Light As Analina steps into the grand hall for her birthday celebration, she is greeted by a breathtaking transformation. The room glows in hues of soft lavender and pearlescent white, delicate strands of fairy lights weaving overhead like a canopy of stars. Opulent swags of lavender tulle cascade from the ceiling softly pooling at the corners of the room, where bouquets of fresh lilacs and violets exude a gentle, calming fragrance.

Nox rolled her eyes at me, "You got it IN the gardon!" "No! I'm saying he should smell like the mark on--Wait, what?!" I gasped in shock. "I smell like your favorite flower?!" That's what Kirsch said. "Lycoris Radiata is red spider lily?!" That's what I said. "And Taran smells like it, too." And that's what Nox said.

Even if they shattered everything she thought she knew. Lily took a shaking breath and pushed open the door. ___________ Inside the Conservatory The air inside was humid and thick, smelling faintly of jasmine and night-blooming flowers. The glass roof above let in pale moonlight that glimmered across the leaves. A dreamlike place. Too gentle for the venom Lily knew awaited her. Soft footsteps echoed from deeper inside. Lily followed the path — stone tiles lined with soft lights — until she reached the heart of the conservatory.

I've never bought flowers for a girl before, so I chose Anemone, Camellia, Gladiolus, Bougainvillea, Cyclamen, Peonies, Jupiter Dahlia, and Purple Gomphrena. Basically, a mix of pink and purple flowers I've never seen before. I had the woman who sold them to me sprinkle silver and gold glitter all over the flowers to make them look even better. I told her to do that to all of the flowers I bought, like how some flowers have glitter on them. When she looks up at the flowers, her eyes get a little bigger. She takes them from my hand hesitantly and looks at them with a small smile on her lips. "Thank you." She says in a quiet voice as she puts them on her lap.

She was about to use the item she just crafted as part of honoring Margaret's death, but she changed her mind right then. Back in the basement earlier, Tirana had crafted a small vase imbued by synthesized elemental energy. The vase was filled with various seeds and ground flowers as catalyst for the energy, and it was meant to enhance longevity of white stargazer lily bouquet she brought. She wanted the scene of Margaret's death to be beautiful just as she was in life.

White lilies. “Who the hell approved this?” I muttered, my voice low but carrying. A florist froze nearby. “We thought it would add elegance,” she stammered. “Elegance?” I dropped the arrangement back on the table with a thud. “This company’s colors are black and gold. Not a funeral white. Replace every single one with black roses and golden orchids. If I see another lily, you won’t be paid a single cent.” Her face went pale as she nodded and hurried off.