Horror Flowers Novels & Stories

“I’m no genius, but I’m pretty sure even I know that code daddy dearest was talking in was referring to us.” Ghost scoffed, then snorted, then shook his head incredulously. “Who’s who then?” “Isn’t it obvious?” Knight clicked his teeth. “You’re the orchids. He said they’re commonly used in funerals. Funerals happen in graveyards, which is commonly where ghosts are found.” He shot a finger gun at Ghost. “Fire lily is Damon, clearly. I’m the moonflowers.” Shadows snaked across the floor, rolling over the wood like a dark fog. He gestured down at the sea of darkness. “Duh. And Caius is the rose, because he’s a prickly ass bastard.”

Her senses came back. When she looked around, she saw mountain of pitiable corpses. Most of these corpse's body was dismembered, cut spotlessly while some have horrifying hole in their head. She noticed too that in every corpse there's a red spiderlily flower on it. A beautiful and alluring flower that bloom from the blood of their wound. The ground she stands is full of nasty blood as if it was a pool of a crimson sea. Although the air is filled with its foul smell and very suffocating, she can breathe normally like there's really nothing. She unfortunately woke up in another nightmare.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

I counted data points. Day nineteen of the current assignment. Three vampire sightings in the northern corridor, all within a twelve-mile stretch of territory that should have been neutral ground under the terms of the treaty. Two of those sightings within the last week alone. Movement patterns consistent with scouting, not feeding. They weren't looking for something to eat. They were measuring something. The difference mattered. A feeding was opportunistic, random, manageable. Measuring implied intent. Measuring implied a question being asked repeatedly until the answer was clear enough to act on.

Inside was a sketch of a monster that looked a lot like the monster that was approaching them right now. "Corpse flower is a flower-like monster that grew from the remains of a powerful undead. Fire is a weakness. The tentacles contain spine flowers with poison dip on them that can kill a human in an hour. Avoid smelling the Corpse flower's stench since it will confuse your senses." Eliza read the scroll while the other three paid close attention. Conrad had to nip at his own tongues to keep awake at times. He felt bad about the situation because the arrow he shot couldn't kill the horde's only Goblin Shaman in one shot. And by then, it was too late.

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?”

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

Alpha Hercules allowed some black businesses that were useful for the pack, and if so, he would not want to get caught by them and called a spy or something like that. 'This should be fine,' he murmured to himself and came toward a tree with flowers that smelled yuck. They were bright green in colour, looking fluorescent green. They had petals like hibiscus and stems like roses. He never took interest in botany or else he would have known this was some special flower that grew only in the werewolf dimension. But yeah, he legit knew its nectar was used as scent— a preventive scent with unbearably corrupted smell that smelled worse than grey water from sewer.

There was no one but darkness outside. "Who's that?" "Corrine?" "Elise?" Eiden guessed. He thought that it was his sisters being ignorant. Eiden approached the door and looked outside. There was no one and it looked deserted. Maybe everyone was fast asleep and didn't realize the power was off. Eiden closed the door and as he turned around, that was exactly when he saw the demonic figure. His eyes were fiery red with his entire body covered in blood. His teeth were sharp and emitted a lot of foul odor with two black horns on his head. He grinned at Eiden.

The scene was like a stormy wave that was indescribably shocked, and it intended to completely swallow Zephyr Khan and the others! Taking a closer look! These crimson flames were all scarlet 'demonic flowers', and they emanated a scorching aura that seemed capable of melting everything in the world!