Ink Flower Novels & Stories

Kyra has such a deep affection for the lotus that she even creates her essential oil perfume from the flower and wears it in addition to her regular fragrance. Because of this, Miren has an exceptionally pleasant and profound association with the aroma of lotus; in fact, one could say that it is the scent of her mother, evoking the serene memory of Kyra gently embracing Miren in her younger years. Suddenly, there was a very pleasant chirping sound coming from outside the window. The sound of all of them chirping together is charming. A large, old tree that is located right next to Miren's window is home to several small birds. They awoke before Miren and were trembling in the rays of the war

She seemed to carry the light on her body, making the darkness fade little by little. Oralie entered the cave, she looked left and right, and her eyes stopped at the red flower crawling on the edge of the cave. The flower exudes a gentle, sweet fragrance that lingers at the tip of the nose. The flower stalks are light brown and hairy, and the yellow-green leaves are asymmetrical with smooth edges.

He was like a streak of lightning that no one could see him clearly! When he appeared again and landed on the ground, there was already something in his hand. It was a strange plant with a lake-like curve and a string of lines winding around it. The green branches and leaves were like crystal jade. Each of the three prominent flowers was the size of a washbasin. It looked so exquisite. However, when Zephyr Khan's fingers touched it, he could sense that it was hard. This was none other than the Indestructible Flower! As the flower swayed, wisps of complex and mysterious power spread out from it, just like the most profound heaven and earth theory.

When he entered, he approached the florist who stood behind the counter. “Welcome to Serene Seeds, how may we help you, please?” “I need flowers, Uhm… good flowers,” he stuttered and the florist chuckled. “I could help you pick some. Who are you getting it for? Your girlfriend, friend, mother, or…?” “My wife. I’m getting it for my pregnant wife. I need something that could cheer her up,” he said and the woman smiled. “That is so thoughtful! Then, I would recommend Gypsophila paniculata which is also known as ‘baby’s breath’.”

"What kind of flower is this? I don't think I've ever seen it before..." Hearing this, Hesper was a little surprised, but she explained with a smile, "These are Campanulas, also known as bellflowers or balloon flowers back in Halwanest. They’re also known as oriental Eustomas, which is the name of our studio, but they belong to a completely different order and genus. It’s used as a kind of traditional Halwanese medicine, and it also symbolizes eternal love; it’s just that it has a slightly sadder floriography in comparison.”

‘Chex, aren’t those territories where only phase one and two can enter’ Nara asked staring at ivory ‘Yeah, that’s where the ice lotus grows; it grows in a cave guarded by white leopards’ ivory stated glancing at everyone. ‘White leopards can be pretty dangerous’ indigo commented ‘it will not be easy to get the ice lotus so how much do each of us get’. ‘Fifty merit points’ ivory proposed. ‘It’s too little’ Nara said looking at her nails. ‘anything you find will be yours well except the ice lotus, the area is filled with animals which cost a lot so even if we do not get the ice lotus we’ll still earn a lot of merit point’ ivory replied smiling.

"The serving girl who brought it would not say." Elowen took the small parcel between her hands. It was very light. She untied the small piece of pale brown twine and unfolded the clean white linen. Inside was a single white flower. It had been pressed flat between two pieces of thin parchment, the way a careful child presses a flower at the end of summer to keep through the winter. It was small. It had perhaps eight petals. It was the colour of fresh cream and the very centre of it was the soft yellow of pollen. It was the kind of flower that grew in the small careful corners of an old garden in the late summer of any year, and Elowen, who had walked the half-wild garden of Ironbough at eve

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

There was something ethereal in the tilt of his head, the smoldering coals that flickered in his eyes, and the unwavering intensity of his gaze upon her. A shiver of anticipation coursed through her veins, electrifying her senses. "I must show you the flower," he declared. "What flower?" She moistened her lips, savoring the lingering taste of their kiss and yearning for more. "It hails from the old country, a variant of carnivorous monkshood that acts as a potent aphrodisiac for human women." "And you possess this flower?" The idea intrigued her, igniting her curiosity. "I do. It thrives at the heart of the labyrinth outside. I can guide you to it."

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.