Hadestown Flower Novels & Stories

Celeste is currently busy watering the garden inside Nathaniel Montecarlo's family farm. She feasted her eyes on the various flowers in the garden. There are red, white and pink roses, and there are also different types and colors of orchids. She is happy to be surrounded by different kinds of flowers. She feels like the Queen of flowers! Celeste then saw a very unique flower, and it was her first time to see it. She immediately picked one piece of flower and tucked it behind her right ear.

When he got closer, he realized his mate had cut the flower heads off hundreds of small purple and blue flowers and scattered them in the grass all around the blanket. Weston saw the Omega staring at them. Skyler reached down and picked one up. “The flowers haven't bloomed yet, and I wanted you to see flowers in the meadow, so I brought my own,” Weston said. The Omega brought the flower to his nose and took a deep breath, smelling it. His eyes closed, and a tear rolled down his cheek. It was like a fairy tale, too good to be true. He didn't feel deserving of it. He didn't think he was anything special. He was just an Omega; Omegas don't deserve something so beautiful and magical.

He offered it to her. She saw the flower in his hand and looked up at him. “A-Are you giving it to me?” Darrion nodded. “I don’t know what flower is this. I picked it from an old man’s pot. Don’t worry, I asked.” She reached her hand out and took the flower. Staring at the smooth and bright petals, she smiled warmly. “This is Eustema. Thank you, Darrion.” She smiled at him. Darrion smiled back. “You’re welcome. Well, I’m off.”

However, he still was not convinced that this was a good enough reason to let them stay. They reached the clearing where dozens upon dozens of night widow flowers were blossoming. Nightfall had brought the night widows with it. The flowers unfolded, adding their magnificent violet to the grey forest. The flowers shone, illuminating the forest and making the dew drops sparkle. They stopped here and Cory got off of the tiger’s back. Cory took the vial out and poured some of the dark residue into her hands. “Wait!” Said Hayden sharply. She looked at him.

I couldn’t hold back my tears at the sight of my own body. I stepped forward and gently brushed my hand over my face. The faint trace of tears still lingered on my skin. Before I could fully process what was happening, Lucas lunged toward me, frantically clearing away the flowers around my body. His voice was shaking, almost desperate. “Clara has asthma... there can’t be flowers in the house. The pollen will make her sick. Why would you surround her with flowers?”

"M-marigold, I—" "Don't talk, Ella!" I cut her off. Now I felt tears running down my cheeks. But I wiped it like what a brave woman does. We both went to a peaceful place just inside the campus. We sat at the bench and looked at the beautiful scenery just infront of us. A garden full of beautiful flowers. I can even smell their scents. How I wish I was just a flower. Doing nothing but just sway and impress humans by its captivating physical appearance and addicting smell. Even if I'm just the only flower in a certain area, I wouldn't feel lonely because I don't have emotions just like a human have. "I'm sorry, Marigold. But I think Neil is right. I should stay away from everyone." She sadly

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

My eyes met Hades’ gaze and it was like the same intensity of the first night we had met. “Searching for a flower,” I said, my voice sounding weak. Hades’ eyebrows quirked up, he could see that I was getting into the role. “What flower? I can help” he muttered the drink in his hand long forgotten. I plastered a sultry smile on my lips, my eyes taking through his frame. I could remember that night vividly, and the thought burned me with need. “Ghost orchid,” I whispered, pushing my chest slightly forward. Hades’ eyes lingered on my cleavage. I smirked, mission accomplished.

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.