Hell Flower Novels & Stories

Hellebore was such a strong evil that it didn't bring bad things just to herself, she would have to drag someone away, since it was as poisonous as the flower. Next to Death the woman made a deal, the flower that Hyacinth had taken into the temple would be cursed. All five petals the plant had would be the five lives that Death would give Helleborus, five chances to live and learn what life is, but each petal had a dose of deadly poison. That poison would slowly end Helleborus' new life, just like the people who came close to her, the woman would live until a spring, it was not defined how many there would be, she would only die the moment the snow began to melt. Then Hellebore would have to

I stared at the bath and bit my lip. “The servants even brought this exotic flower from the Far West. The humans call it ‘Stellis Horium.’ A very rare milk is extracted from its petals. Not only is the scent irresistible, but it makes your skin as soft as a lamb’s. Absurdly expensive. Human merchants are pretty possessive of it, but I’ve got contacts with Elias. I highly doubt that you’ll ever get this chance again to bathe in Stellis milk.”

I can smell your cologne. He chuckled softly, and when he removed his hand from her eyes, Beck saw the rare flower he had brought her. —I stopped by the florist and asked for the rarest flower they had. So, he showed me this: the yellow dahlia. Beck took the flower, admiring its beauty. —It’s perfect, Bryan. —Perfect like you. Its colors remind me so much of you, your joy, and the way you see life. She smiled, touched, and they kissed, sharing a sweet moment.

- Which flower do you want me to start with? She stopped to look at the flowers and with her hand pointed to the first one that caught her attention. - This one is brown. - she said. - This flower comes from the Billabong Kingdom: it is a kingdom of temporary drought, every year it rains six months in a row, and then comes the six months of blindness. They hire their young children to make holes as fountains to store water for the hard times, the flower only appears in the deepest holes, being called earth, their petals are used to make a black wine. Their petals are used to make a black wine, which if drunk in too much quantity can lead to death.

Xayne looked outside resting her head against the window and the vehicle drove past a land of flowers. "Stop!". She said and he hit the brake like he's been waiting for her to say it the entire time. Xayne pushed open the door and got down. "You like the view?". Shane asked. "I don't like it". She replied walking into the land. "Why is that so? It's beautiful". "I don't like it, I love it". She said plucking one of the bleeding heart flower. "Lamprocapnos spectabilis". Xayne whispered. "Is that a spell to turn me into one of this?". He asked and she let out a soft smile.

“I have no idea what a fucking Willop flower is, Eden.” “Oh…well, it’s red and has blue spots on the petals. You can’t miss it.” He huffs a little but edges down the side of the bank to join me anyway. We both begin to search, raking through the tall grass with our fingers for a few minutes. “Wait, is this it?” Conall asks, plucking a flower from the ground to bring it over for inspection. “Gently!” I hiss, watching how he grips the flower in his enormous hand without any care whatsoever.

He asked her, well, although his question indicates that he is sure of her identity, but of course he knows that it is her! She stood in front of him in a floral dress with wide ribbons on the shoulders and a low collar, from which a seductive part of her breasts was visible, cleverly grasping her waist to fall to the borders above her knees with layers of soft chiffon, adorned with bronze studded heels. He looked up at her smooth, super-natural hair that reached the edges of her nape, adorning it with a crown of gentle pink roses. She put her palm at her waist and called him in a seductive, feminine tone:

She pushed open the door to the flower shop where Hailey worked, a tiny bell jingling above her. The shop was an explosion of colors and scents. Brightly colored blooms filled the space, from sunflowers to roses, orchids to tulips. The air was rich with the fragrance of fresh flowers, creating a soothing contrast to Katherine's excessively raging thoughts. The walls were lined with shelves displaying delicate vases and decorative pots, each meticulously arranged to showcase the vibrant beauty of the flowers within.

“I was hoping to see your tulips today. I’ve been reading about them recently, and I thought I might get your thoughts on them.” Sophia’s heart fluttered at the sight of her, always feeling at ease around Helena. She set the bouquet aside, her focus shifting to Helena as she leaned in to hear her talk. "Tulips are such a beautiful flower," she began, guiding Helena to the section where the most vivid tulips stood. "They represent a variety of meanings, depending on their color. Red tulips signify love, while purple ones are for royalty and admiration. The yellow ones symbolize happiness and cheer."

She did not really know what kind of flower that might fit to Gerald’s taste. “Alright. I think I will get Orchid flower, then.” Gerald quickly decided to choose orchid. Virginia suddenly remembered something. When she saw some pictures of Helena, she saw in few pictures that Helena was holding an orchid flower. Virginia believed that Gerald used to buy her orchid. “Orchid flower? I bet it is Helena’s favorite flower…” Virginia tried to guess the reason of why Gerald chose it. “You know it!?” Gerald was shocked. He then started to tell Virginia about the connection between Orchid flower and Helena. He sounded so excited to tell about that topic. He kept talking a lot about Helena and he look