Heaven Flowers Novels & Stories

I said and mind-linked some of the warriors to come down to the club and see if they could find anything. It has been three hours, and we have no leads on who took Rose. I am so worried about her and my unborn babies. Finally, my phone beeps, letting me know someone has messaged me. I took my phone out of my pocket and froze in my spot. "If you want your precious Flower back, then meet me by the border of the Thunder Moon Territory and come alone, or your Flower dies," The message said. There was a picture of Rose sitting unconscious in the back of a car.

I harshly correct. “Among all the host of heaven, Lucifer was God’s favorite, his most brilliant light,” he replies, and I blink, further confused. “Even once cast down to hell for his treachery, he still comes before mortals appearing fair of face, offering council, to corrupt it with lies. Offering love…” He places a hand on my shoulder. “to corrupt it with lust, deviancy and perversion.”

Serenity, I placed the bouquet of Moon flowers in the vase, staring at their beautiful yet dangerously addictive appearance. They were brighter and more layered than the ordinary Moon flowers that bloomed around the Moon Oracle or the mountains, petals glowing with an almost ethereal silver light, as if they carried secrets from the night sky itself. While studying their delicate veins, I heard footsteps behind me. “Serenity!” Levante walked into the living room, carrying a few more flowers fresh from the greenhouse. “Here.”

Flowers blooming with the light of the sun. My eyes open wide. I have never seen something so beautiful! “These flowers are called ‘Night Phlox’ and ‘Moonflower'.” Thalia explains with a gentle smile. “Two different types of night flowers bloom here that cause the ground to light up. I figured you would like to see something like this.” Thalia and I sit for about an hour, absorbing the serene beauty and the tranquil ambiance of the glowing pasture. She tells me stories about the flowers, and we share laughter under the starlit sky. The magical scene feels almost surreal, like a dream I never want to end.

I questioned. He chuckled again with a blush of his cheeks, “Three of four” he said his smile getting bigger. “And here I thought I was special” I giggled sitting down in a patch of yellow flowers. I grabbed a bunch and buried my face into the flowers. Ah the smell was so good, so fresh and wild. I laid back on the ground and looked up at the blue sky, this is what I imagine heaven would feel like. Smith walked over and laid down in the flowers a few metres away from me. We laid there quietly just looking at the sky. The sun was moving away, and I was starting to doze when Smith jumped up,

Night fell and stars spattered the sky. It looked so beautiful. However, there was a more amazing sight. Hundreds of red roses grew on the land that lay wide. A gust of wind gently swayed the petals of the flowers. A sweet fragrance perfumed the air while the golden coloured moonlight gently shone on the flower and made its beauty shine even more. Surely anyone who saw this thought that the roses were not from the earth but from the garden of heaven. Among the flowers, Rion stood and stared at one of the rose petals that was there. A petal that was still a bud and had not yet opened. Maybe when the sun rose tomorrow, then the bud would open?

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov

As your knees bend making you fall to the floor lets your sorrow surround you slowly. When you think you have had enough, you cry more. Remembering everything all over again. The crumbled flower in her hands as she held on to it. She hurtful whimpers could be heard halls away from her chamber. She sniffed whimpering and mourning, she could not let anyone see her in such a weak state. But she could only be as strong for her mother. The morning when Rose picked flowers for her father and entered his bed-chamber, She saw him sound asleep. Holding the sage she gave him to hold the night before. It was as beautiful as that night, but her father. He was still.

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.