Horror Flower Novels & Stories

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?”

Children. The word arrived quietly and sat there like a stone dropped in still water, spreading its rings outward through everything I thought I knew. Vampires. My chest was doing something I had no control over, hammering fast and getting faster, and I pressed my palm harder against the mud and willed myself down, smaller, quieter, nothing, nobody, not here, not real, not worth the attention of whatever was on the other side of the boulder making calculations about hunger. "What?" The second voice sharpened.

And then, Nara bounced off with one hit. His body collided with a tree fell with a very sick body condition. He winced, trying to get up slowly. But unfortunately, when he was about to wake up, the creature had arrived right in front of Nara. And elsewhere, Ardina ran away from Nara and chased the monstrous Being. He kept running without knowing where his feet were running. Soon he stopped. This time he was surrounded by beautiful flowers that grew very large, ten times bigger than Ardina's height. "What place is this?" asked Ardina in her heart. She stood while twirling in her place. "And these? flowers--?" Ardina did not continue her speech. She realized what he saw were terrible flowers t

The path seemed bloody scary, but she had comfort and a sense of love, her new parents were explaining how the rouge punters had laid waste to the werewolf lands, and how everyone was scared to say or do anything about it. On the other side of the path, She beholds a magnificent Flowering Vegetation full of beautiful different flowers. She could see her favourite flower the 'Bleeding heart'. It stood proudly amid Orchid, lilies, Dahlia, Roses, Tulip, Cherry blossoms, and a lot more which she couldn't even know the name of. She left the other scary path and went over to the beautiful pasture. She closed her beautiful eyes and took a deep breath, the scent of the heavenly vegetation making her

It didn't matter that he was human; he was still a precious member of the pack. "No, yes…maybe…I don't know…" Freya swiped her hands through her hair. "He brought her flowers yesterday afternoon…black dahlias and red poppy." "So?" So Julian gave Mirage flowers…what was wrong with that? "Black dahlias and red poppy…are considered cursed flowers, Alex." Freya sighed. "And these were imbued in some kind of spell. Mirage seemed constantly afraid…panicked, until I burned down the flowers and she returned to her normal self slowly."

Victor raised a brow in question, and rolling my eyes, he smiled, pleased by my reaction. "Many years ago, Clarissa, a man called Hector, discovered a rare flower growing in a valley in Mexico. It was not where the flower grew, but that it only bloomed at night under a full moon. The flower glowed a magnificent crystal blue, and when harvested by Hector to brew in a special tea for his mama, he realized the addictive properties." "What happened to his mother?" Victor didn't appreciate me interrupting him in the middle of his story time. He sneered at me for a moment before continuing his words.

And her aura was turning powerful each passing seconds. "What's the rush? We can wait a little longer." She smirked and handed him a box, "That's for you." Ramond seemed confused but anyway opened it. His face twisted in fear and eyes went watery right after opening it. There was three white lilies she placed inside. He threw the box from his hands and looked at her with horror. "You have anthophobia, right? You're afraid of flowers. I told you I want to kill you. So thought why giving flowers after death. I should give it before." Her smirk grew bigger though she was burning inside. Grabbing her bags, she went out instantly.

He waited for five minutes to ensure that Horey would see that there was not anyone in the room and would come to get the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom. With that, he walked up to the table and opened the box, revealing the red flower inside with a crane-shaped stigma. It looked very much natural, but Frank scowled as soon as he saw it because there was no Bloodcrane Spiritbloom. Forget someone who had seen the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom like Frank himself—even Horey would be able to tell that it was a fake, thanks to her knowledge in medicine. "Hmph. You sure have balls, Huub Droitner!"

I asked hysterically. "I'm sorry for that, Erica," Hugo apologized. "I didn't know that the blood of the plant I killed go to your feet, Erica, " he explained. I stared at what Hugo was saying. It is on the ground and not moving. My eyes widened when I saw the look of its flower. It's like a monster plant! You can see the sharp ones like teeth in its flower in the middle is like a big mouth! "What plant is that?" I'm afraid to question.

' Her body jerked forward from her seat as Veron’s face inched closer—barely an inch apart—when suddenly, Flora Amor’s hand landed sharply on Dixal’s cheek. “Hey! What are you doing?” Veron exclaimed. “There was a mosquito on his face,” Flora Amor replied smoothly, a mischievous smile curling her lips. “But don’t worry, I killed it. Big one too.” Then she leaned back in her seat, turning her gaze coolly toward the window. “That girl’s crazy. I didn’t see any mosquito,” Veron muttered, glaring over her shoulder. Dixal rubbed his face, a faint smile tugging at his lips instead of anger. Through the rearview mirror, he shot a glance at Flora Amor.