Glaze Lily Novels & Stories

They saw a White, red, yellow and purple lilies which were separated from each other. The lilies were arranged in patterns. Elena got mesmerised and slowly walks closer to the lilies. She sees a writing on each of the different lilies. For the white lily it symbolises purity, the red lily symbolises passion, the yellow lily symbolises thankfulness and the purple lily symbolises pride, success, dignity, admiration and accomplishment. All theses were written down on each of the colorfully lilies. Sunlight rays shone on the four lilies making them blossom up. Immediately four seeds appeared at each lily and merging together a strange tiny figure appeared.

“Oh, my God! Is that a pink lily of the valley?"Lily exclaimed in awe as she stared at the small plant covered with small pink flowers on Rayan’s hand. As she slowly shifted her eyes between the plant and Rayan, she noticed him smile while gently nodding his head. “Yes. I know you wanted this.” Rayan answered while chuckling softly at her awkward face. He then pushed the flower plant in her direction while gesturing to her to hold the plant. Lily’s smile widened as she finally took the plant from his hand.

It was a painting of water lilies—under a dusky sky, a single blue lily floated quietly on a lake covered in tangled reeds. The whole scene radiated peace and serenity. What made it even more magical was that the lily changed color depending on the viewing angle. Even Miles, who had seen just about everything, couldn’t help but murmur, “That’s a remarkable piece.” Sharon smiled at me. “So? Do you like it?” I nodded. “I really love it.” She looked pleased. “Good. I was worried it wouldn’t suit your taste, especially after Miles went all out the other day and got you those gorgeous jewels.”

Now he sounded almost tender, coaxing her like something precious he feared might shatter. Lily hesitated, her expression reluctant, then looked away. Dante took a bite himself, and the rich flavors of honey and smooth vanilla mousse bloomed across our tongue. Earnest’s Lycan joined in, and finally Lily leaned forward, licking the petal cautiously before biting deeper. Her eyes widened with pure delight. As she chewed, her fur began to glimmer softly, the glow growing brighter with each moment, as though the flower awakened something ancient and radiant within her.

She lifted her gown and hurried after him as she was filled with a child-like enthusiasm. Finally, they stopped in front of a different place. It is filled with lilies growing tall. They were all red. A sheer red that was brighter than the rest of the leaves. Lillith walked to one of the lilies and plucked before comparing it with the leaf in her hand. The lily had a glitter to it. She turned it under the light of the sunset and she caught several tiny glitters that shone around it. She looked up to see Leon staring at her. "Is this magic? Can you tell me about this?"

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.

The owner thanks me and leaves, and I finally turn. Lily is already signing for the delivery, her eyes bright with curiosity. “You have admirers,” she says, dragging the box toward the counter. “Or one very consistent admirer.” I dry my hands slowly before walking over. She opens it before I can say anything. Purple orchids. They are arranged in a way that feels intentional without trying too hard. Nothing loud. Nothing dramatic. Just… right. I don’t reach for the card. I don’t need to. I already know.

Ryle stood as she entered, stepping close. “You okay?” She didn’t lie. “No.” He exhaled. “We’ve got something more you need to see.” He motioned her over to a screen. Echo had pulled up genetic records cross-referencing the neural codes, activation sequences, and something else… something buried in old Crescent blueprints. Lily blinked at the header: PROJECT GLASSHEART. “What is this?” she murmured. Ryle hesitated. “It’s not just a project. It’s you. You weren’t just being watched, Lily. You were designed.”

Something about all this, as frightening and alien as it was to him, felt right. Lily sighed dreamily. "Gardenias. My favorite." She rubbed her cheek against the petals and looked up at him. Her dark-gold lashes shimmered, and the soft pink of her lips were slightly parted, and all he could think of was covering those lips with his. "Gardenias are your favorite?" He struggled past the lust of his thoughts and focused on their conversation. He wanted to know her as much as he wanted to kiss her.

Lily comforted and turned to face Derry. "Okay, so we were just teenage girls. In class, Lyla told us she had a surprise for us. We were excited. She led us to the school washroom carrying her backpack. Once there, Lyla told us she found out that, if we want our toilet bowl to glow, we just need to fill the reservoir with the liquids in a glow stick. So, we sat in the cubicle and spent the rest of the day, cutting lots of glow sticks and emptying the contents into the toilet reservoir," Lily said giggling at the memory, Lyla tried to hide under the sheet and Derry was smiling while listening to Lily.