Heaven Flowers Novels & Stories

Silver Dawn. The sixth Circle in the seven-Circle structure that organized our world, sorted us by ability, by gift, by what the bloodline carried down through generations whether anyone asked it to or not. The Circles were not a hierarchy, not the way outsiders sometimes assumed when they heard the numbering. They were a taxonomy. Here is what you can do. Here is where you belong. Here is how you serve. The sorting happened young, around the first shift, when the body declared itself and the Circle elders came to look and wrote down what they saw.

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

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?”

she whispered and smiled happily. “Mon amour, you gave me the entire Universe. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the edge of Heaven. Again, and again.’ And that was all that needed to be said. - THE END -

Adrian drew her closer, gently brushing a kiss against the crown of her head. "Sleep, my Princess." Thunder rolled across the sky as the forest fell silent once more. Only the rain remained to bear witness as consciousness slipped away from Claire, and darkness claimed her completely. *****

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

Special needle treatment had limited efficacy, too. There was only one solution to heal her throat completely. The Skyflower. The Skyflower was Serandsi's national flower, with only a single plant in the world nurtured in the rear garden of Serandsi's main palace by a dedicated caretaker. The Serandsi people called it 'The Language of the Heavens' because of its remarkable effect on throat ailments. It bloomed only once a year in September, spreading its fragrance throughout the entire palace for about 15 days.

Blue fire still loomed around the papers but it didn't burn them but still, Peerce couldn't care less anymore. "!" He stood up shakingly but still held the flower whose petals had already gone bald. The subconscious protection he had for this flower was truly amazing but Hades and Zeus didn't even blink at this point and just glared to the poor 'cleaner' whose knees now softened and weak because of having to think that the twins really wanted to make the flowers that he hug in his arms to die. Just then, a whimper came out from the flower. The three took a look at it but one was very happy and two was just slightly surprised but then regained their calm as a matter of seconds, they won't be

Had the red-haired woman given them names? Gianna closed her eyes and tried to recall those images from that night. The flowers had been unusual, with petals that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. Some had been purple with gold centers. Others had been white with veins of silver running through them. There had been vines with leaves that felt almost warm to the touch. The red-haired woman had pointed to one in particular. A flower with deep red petals and a black center that looked almost like an eye. "This one is called Heartbloom," she had said, her voice reverent. "It can heal the deepest wounds. It can cure poisons. It can restore what has been broken."