Horror Flowers Novels & Stories

I breathe, carefully taking them with both hands. His smile is soft, proud. “I hoped you’d like them. I grow them in the greenhouses the witches maintain. They're called hellebores. That one’s Fire and Ice, and the other’s Onyx Odyssey. I figured you’d want something different—something no other guy’s ever given you.” I grab a vase from the cabinet, fill it with water, and place the flowers inside. Then I turn, walk up to him, cup his face in both hands—and kiss the hell out of him.

I didn’t feel like I was in the Silver Moon pack, the forest seemed different. Up ahead were a bed of flowers. As I paced closer towards them, I discovered an open field with hundreds—no thousands—of stunning white flowers. I plucked one, admired its beauty, and indulged in its beautifully strong, lemony scent. Ipomoea alba (moon flower), I remembered coming across this flower during my research for the herbs used in witchcraft. I loved how they blossomed in the afternoon and lasted only through the night. They reminded me of my comfort of being awake at night, feeling like my mind was clearer when I was in the presence of the moon. ‘There she is!’ I heard the female spirit scream.

So I placed on a smiling face and pointed at some flowers, which where at the peak of their bloom and asked, “Do you have any knowledge about flowers?” “Yes I do Alpha” he replied and pointed at a purple rose with spikes and said happily, “that’s a devil snare, a poisonous flower that can make a fully grown wolf run mad, not sleep and have hallucinations, then if not treated urgently…it can lead to death.” “Oh..” I said and turned back to look at him in admiration, “that’s impressive.”

What the actual hell? We were in some kind of twisted dreamscape. Flowers bloomed in every color imaginable, blue roses with silver veins, blood-red lilies that opened and closed like they were breathing, and tall, golden sunlotuses that seemed to hum softly in the windless air. It was hauntingly beautiful, like someone had taken a fairytale, dunked it in poison, and sprinkled glitter over the corpse. “It’s… pretty?” Tera offered from beside me, her voice unsure, like she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to say it aloud.

But the smell; burning fabric, plastic, flesh, hit her like déjà vu. She stumbled back, chest heaving. Not again. From the hallway came a final, echoing scream, and then the unmistakable crackle of fire.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

Emmeline’s gaze swept over the monuments in awe she was barely able to mellow down. "The flora here is quite unique." Elainna gestured to a cluster of vines bearing heavy, black-petaled blossoms. "Night-terrors. They don't require sunlight or water. They feed entirely on the ambient magic of the ancient bloodlines that walk these paths. The stronger the bloodline, the sweeter they bloom." Emmeline glanced at the flowers that seemed to lean toward Elainna, their dark petals shivering in silent recognition. "Fascinating!" Emmeline muttered with flat indifference. "Must save a lot on gardeners."

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.

I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.