Inked Flowers Novels & Stories

The petals were long and wispy, curling inward in a spiral, and the ink used was faint, almost as if the flower didn’t want to be noticed. My eyes locked onto it. Something about the shape nagged at me until I suddenly remembered where I had seen it. It was the same pattern I had noticed beginning to form on the back of Princess Eira’s neck. The mark had looked strange then, like a faint birthmark or scar. But this flower. This flower confirmed it wasn’t natural at all. My breath caught. I leaned in to read the paragraph beneath the sketch. Morrow-bloom venom. Tasteless. Odorless. Leaves no trace in the blood.

My body was already fragile, worn out from the emotional and physical toll of the past days, and now someone was toying with me? As I reached for the doorknob again to close it, something caught my attention. A sharp, peculiar scent. Sweet, yet spicy. Oddly familiar, but...wrong. My eyes fell to the porch, and my breath hitched. A bouquet of Moon Flowers. Only, they weren’t the crystal white ones that gently glowed in the dark. These were black. Deep, glossy black, shimmering under the pale daylight like polished onyx. They didn’t just sit there—they loomed, almost alive in their stillness.

I sigh, hopefully the moon Goddess has something good in store for me. I moved on to the dark green flowers I had uprooted from the forest and placed in a pot to keep them alive, they were known as the 'Dark slumber' flowers. They were beautiful as well as deadly if not handled carefully. They are also medicinal but cannot be ingested alone but mixed with another herb. I loved the designs on the flowers, so I was going to dry them and make a pair of earrings for them. I, too, am wowed by my creativity.

I let go of my skateboard hopelessly and used my dry and sore fingers to trace his name that was inscribed on the headstone. Detective James Blue. I miss you now, tomorrow and forever Father. I thought to myself. The flowers I had brought were gently placed in front of the headstone, on the earthen soil which had tiny grass sprouts on it. I had purchased an immortelle at a flower shop just on the next street. An immortelle is a long-lasting flower arrangement placed on graves in cemeteries. They were originally made from natural dried flowers, which lasted longer than fresh flowers. I had secured them firmly with the flower anchor on the headstone.

Deliberately, carefully, with skill and sustained effort. And underneath it, held so tightly it was barely present, held the way you held something at the bottom of a current with both hands and all your weight, something else entirely. Something that smelled of open ground after rain and running cold water and the particular clean-iron scent that belonged to a bloodline with significant age in it. Not warm-blooded. Not the human register. Something older than both, something that had been here before the categories existed and had continued regardless. I pulled back and looked at her face.

I couldn’t hold back my tears at the sight of my own body. I stepped forward and gently brushed my hand over my face. The faint trace of tears still lingered on my skin. Before I could fully process what was happening, Lucas lunged toward me, frantically clearing away the flowers around my body. His voice was shaking, almost desperate. “Clara has asthma... there can’t be flowers in the house. The pollen will make her sick. Why would you surround her with flowers?”

"Here, take my hand. Even if you fall, I'll be there to help you stand back up again" His Flower's Point Of View The thick stench of blood was strong in the smoke filled air. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent. My instincts had me gagging, maybe too loudly. Another scream echoed from not too far away and I squeezed my eyes shot, willing the horrifying sound of pain to disappear. A small sound of desperation escaped my parted lips and I froze in my position. That was loud. More loud than I thought it would be.

I sighed from relief being back in his arms. "I missed you, Flower," Derek whispered as he inhaled my scent. "I missed you too," I replied "That's enough; the two of you need to get ready to be crowned. Derek, you go with your father, and Rose, let's go get ready," Aunt Lisa said, tearing me away from Derek. I was tired of being separated from him and became frustrated. I could feel that Derek was feeling the same way. "It's okay, Flower. Once we are down with today, no one will ever be able to pull you away from me again," he mind-linked me, causing me to smile.

However, he reined in his desires and offered his hand to her as they stepped aboard together. As they ascended, Nina’s steps faltered for a moment, and her eyes widened at the breathtaking spectacle before her. The deck was adorned with fresh flowers that seemed to bloom in mid-air. Lush bouquets of tulips, lilies, and peonies decorated every available surface, from the grand staircase to every corner of the deck. Their delicate petals exuded fragrances that mingled with the gentle scent of the sea. As Nina stepped onto the deck, the scent of the blooms enveloped her. She couldn’t help but reach out to touch one rose, the soft petal cool against her fingertips.

As I move towards the kitchen I stop in my tracks when I find Saint's bare inked back facing me. One thing that caught my eyes is the big tiger inked onto his back, the tiger's face has a scar slashing across its face, like claws. Trees in the background show casting its environment as the Oleander flowers are spotted in the hidden trees. It's beautiful yet also terrifying. What intrigued me the most are the Oleander flowers, they are so toxic that humans don't even have to digest them to experience symptoms of poison. Just being an inch close to the plant can kill you.