Glaze Lilies Novels & Stories

Elara slowly reached inside the dark paper. She pulled out a single, heavily bruised white lily stem. The flower head had been violently crushed, its white petals torn and smeared with dark red residue. As she lifted the broken stem into the air, a sharp, intoxicating scent wafted through the room. It was not the scent of fresh flowers. It was a thick, heavy, unmistakable fragrance of French amber, crushed orchids, and rare musk—the exact, custom-blended Rouge Vane perfume that Lydia had worn every single day of her adult life.

"These say peace." "They also say funeral," Lilith countered with an arched eyebrow. I laughed, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. "What about a mix? The lilies for strength, the roses for healing, and—" I reached for sprays of purple lavender, "—these for calm." "Perfect compromise, Alpha," Lilith said with an exaggerated bow that made Emma snort.

Pale yellow lilies with great star-shaped blooms, speckled with pink, bloomed from the snow. I knew these flowers. They’d been my mother’s favorites. She’s called them Rising Moon Lilies. She’d grown them in the garden when I was younger, and she’d told me that they were drops of light the moon had left behind when it was closest to the earth. The rising moon was always yellow because it was coming up from the soil, and it would shed that dim yellow light back to the ground before rising, naked and pure, back into the sky. She said they were a sign of awakening. Of the dawning of a good night.

"That... is some kind of distilled lava you people enjoy around here." Lilly's tinkling laughter joined the hypnotic symphony of sound swallowing the surrounding environs. "Please, you act like I'd let you near anything uncouth or déclassé during your debutante seance." She placed a steadying hand on my shoulder, the gesture suffused with a tactile substance that should've felt impossibly lurid... yet somehow didn't. "That little devil is Lyra's proprietary signature - a potent ambrosia synthesizing a bounty of rare herbal elixirs and forbidden floral nectars into a spiritually expansive, mind-unlocking tincture."

And looked. The pink lily across her back was lush and vibrant; she could almost catch the scent of its delicate petals as they unfurled. The leaves were a cool, dark green, the pollen was a warm gold. She looked hard, she really searched, but that ugly word that Gideon had inked into her back was hidden, it was gone, replaced by something breathtakingly lovely. Zoe had so cleverly used the lines and curves of those awful four letters to draw the petals and the leaves, and somehow she had completely covered over, erased, destroyed the word.

Eric blurts out angrily, pushing past me to get into the room. Glenda gives me a half smile, patting my shoulder quickly before walking towards Lily with a handful of different herbs. I take a deep breath before turning around and walking to the side of the bed. I place my hand on Lily’s, trying to reassure her that I’m here. “Glenda, what are you doing?” I ask, watching her mix different herbs together in a bowl before mixing it into a paste. “I will place this behind her ears…” she says while placing a tiny bit behind Lily’s ear, “a tiny bit… on her nose. And… the rest onto her chest.”

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.