Horror Flowers Novels & Stories

I just opened the book and started reading. I saw the blood orchid on the first page. It turns out to be one of the rare flowers, but I don't agree on just calling it rare. The ability of the flower that will make any animal big whenever it was eaten—rareness is an understatement. This is more like a forbidden flower. I saw many flowers there that I have never seen in my whole life. There is a flower that is intoxicating, there is a flower that increases libido...or they call it an aphrodisiac. There is a flower that eats people.

Jason forced himself to look up, to meet his own gaze in the mirror above the sink. His eyes were starting to shift. The color was deeper, warmer. Different. Oh god. This can't be happening. Not today. As he stared at his reflection in horror, voices drifted through his door from the corridor outside. Students talking excitedly about the final preparations. "Did you hear about the flowers they're using tonight?" one voice said. "Moonflowers. They brought in crates of them this morning." Jason's blood turned to ice. Moonflowers. He knew exactly what those flowers did, what effect they had on scent blockers and chemical suppressants. They enhanced natural pheromones, made it impossible to hide

she pointed to a cluster of blood red flowers with teeth in the petals, "...will absolutely melt your tongue off. Don’t sniff it." “Got it. Death flower. Check.” I made a note in the little journal I’d summoned from my N.O.V.A. this morning. It even had a sparkly pen. Gods help me, I loved it. "That one?" Lila gestured to a blue mossy patch. "Harmless! But if you step on it, it sings folk songs from the Underrealm for, like, hours." “Terrifying.” “It has a banjo,” she added. I stared at her.

“Oh, so you won’t come out? Fine. Then I’ll smash all your d*mn flowers!” He stormed forward and stomped the flowers into pieces. At that moment, I suddenly remembered something Lucas once told me. In horror games, players who refused to participate usually died horribly. Back then, I thought he was just making up stories, but it seemed like maybe I really should’ve believed him. “Sir, wait, don’t–” Before I could finish my sentence, the crushed flowers suddenly regenerated. On top of that, they grew larger and larger until the enormous petals swallowed the man whole. A scream rang out, and then silence fell. All that remained on the ground were two severed limbs and a pool of blood.

Alethra laughed and said, well, I had to find away to hide what I was doing. There are four different types of flowers here, the first three are Lavender, Jasmine and Rosemary. As you know, are the main ingredients in making the scent masking spray that our warrior's use, when they are out to gather information. The last one is called MoonFlower, this flower only blooms at night. It is a really pretty white flower that shimmer like moon rays, even through it is really pretty, this flower has a secret. Every part of it is poisonous, even the roots. I said. Both Elzie and Amelia looked shocked at this piece of information.

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

Linda says as she plucks the red flower with golden yellow pollen buds. "I don't see it on the list,” Ava says. "Legend has it that it was ones bright yellow before, but it absorbed so much blood that it turned red." Linda continued. "Whoa!" Stacey exclaimed in amazement. "Stacey!! Will, you believe anything?" May said, not buying a single word of hers. "It was said that the place where witches were murdered at that time blossomed with flame lilies." Linda moved on with her speech. "But it's just one flower," Ava says again.

The latter responded to her smile with a wider ones, “It’s quite simpler than it looked. You only need to pour water late at night. It doesn’t need to be a lot. Contrary to other flowers, these carnage only need flower that is poured when the sky is dark.” “I see,” hummed Rose looking at the flower. Noticing the flower pot, she stared at the carving around it. The ceramic pot stood out more to Rose as though the main sight was not the gentle carnage flower but the pot. “They are a very strong flower, I am certain you can take care of it,” Iris whispered, smiling as she stared down at the white flowers darkly. Meanwhile inside the mansion, Dominic was shown by his grandparents the portrait of

Just looking at it gave me goose bumps. “I’ve never seen this flower before,” I told her, sitting up, and Zion nodded his head to agree with me. “What kind of flower is it?” "It's called Giyeangi," Astrid said. "It's a very rare and deadly flower that grows only on the body of a dead werewolf who was not buried. It feeds on their blood and essence, and then releases a toxin that can kill any other werewolf who comes in contact with it." I gasped in shock. I had never heard of such a deadly flower before, but what has it got to do with my poison? We didn’t have any dead wolves who weren’t buried so the flower wouldn’t be in our pack.

Backing away, she pressed a trembling hand against her racing heart. The room was engulfed in darkness. A shiver crawled down her spine. Her ragged breaths echoed within the silent walls. Then... A low, rhythmic whistling sound came from the outside. Claire went completely still. Her eyes widened in horror. She instantly clamped both hands over her mouth, muffling the gasp threatening to escape. Fresh tears welled in her hazel eyes as she stared into the pitch-black room, too terrified to even breathe. "If you feel like leaving...” Adrian’s melodious voice drifted through the darkness, echoing off the walls and filling her heart with dread.