Hell Flower Novels & Stories

But instead of the silver of the memory, these eyes were the pure fiery copper that only belonged to Doll. The no-fur turned his head just enough to graze the flesh of Hades's arm with his fangs. The scent of irises preceded them, blooming around the pair. Long used in arcane rituals as the hex flower, they were responding to Hades's surrender to the nettles' prodding. "No," Hades growled his response. "You have one hunger. One need."

She just wanted to remember how his daughter had survived until this moment, just like the flower she also watered every morning so wouldn't die. Reya glanced at the woman beside her curiously, but it seemed that his mother was lost in thought of something when she heard his question. She was just curious because the last time played at his parents' house, the Calendula flower was not yet in their yard. Slowly, she plucked one of the flowers for attention. She knew the meaning of the flower in his hand, but she did not hate the flower only made it a memory in his life journey.

"Your majesty, where is the priestess, she spoke of the Heliumatine flower before, I think she has It in her possession" "What is this Heliumatine flower all about" I asked him again, "i have never heard of the name Heliumatine before, i never knew it existed" "It is a special kind of flower, to the ordinary people, it might seem insignificant but to is healers, it is like a life, it has the ability to restore a person's life at a dying minute and also it is very rare, it can only be found in the human realm" He answered.

Sibyl’s POV A breeze came and I smelled a very nice scent. The smell was light, mixed with the scent of roses and Lily of the valley, and a hint of post-rain grass. I sniffed, OH, it also has the smell of the Phoenix Flower. The Phoenix Flower is a nearly extinct flower. It is very strict with the temperature, light and humidity of the living environment, so it is difficult for them to survive. But their flowers are extremely beautiful and give off a fascinating smell.

The air around them warped from its sheer power. However, Darryl did not panic. He exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You are attacking me?" Darryl pretended to panic and bent over to avoid Adam and used the opportunity to grab a bunch of flowers from the grass and throw it at him. That cluster of lavender flowers was not particularly large. At first glance, it looked like any other wildflower. However, it was a rare herb known as the soulless flower. The pollen from that soulless flower was highly hallucinogenic. No matter how strong the person's internal power was, once inhaled, they would experience hallucinations and lose their minds.

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

said Amora. Axton nodded in understanding and immediately said goodbye to go find that special flower, the Evernest Prime flower, the flower pollen is known to protect humans from annoying foxes, its petals could cure any disease, but they were rare and hard to find, even witches who could teleport quickly couldn't get that beautiful flower instantly. “Axton, wait.” Helena stopped Axton before leaving, in her heart she hesitated to let Axton go alone. “Please, return safely, the flower is guarded by the sacred fire dragon, when you are about to take it, sincerely say your good intentions that you will use the flower to help others,” said Helena.

We reach a room and Kai opens the door and I gasp at what I see. “Dragon’s Flame.” I whisper as he turns and smiles at me with a small nod. I walk in front of him as I enter the massive room. The heat and the fragrance it’s warm and spicy. I walk around the outer edge as I look at the flowers. They are similar to the Ice Lily. The petals are a deep red grading to orange in the centre. The stem is black; the filament is electric blue grading up to yellow and orange and the anther is red. It truly looks like a flame.

I felt giddy all of a sudden, a swarm of butterflies flying throughout me. "Wait here a second." He put me down, making sure I was standing firm on my feet before letting go. His chest glowed red and then small embers flew from his mouth. The embers made the flowers come to life. The petals were a red orange and the center glowed with a yellow fire. They were absolutely beautiful. "What are they?" I asked. "Dragon Lilies. We are the only ones that can make them come to life like this." He grabbed both my hands, raising them up and kissing them both.

I ask. She holds her hand above the flower, as though about to touch it, yet her fingers never quite meet its petals. “Veilara, it blooms where demon blood has spilled, but only when there’s no magic left, no life left—when the earth itself is dead. A flower that blooms freely only in Vael’Kora.” I’m confused. “Demon blood—” I remember. Hilda. She killed herself here, gave her life for Dagar. “But… I can feel magic all around us,” I say.