Inked Flowers Novels & Stories

Lydia responded, and I waved my hand dismissively. “I know, I mean what are they doing here? And with those flowers?” I asked. Lydia shook her head. “Alpha Edward must have asked them to bring it in. Don’t you like the flowers?” She asked. “Of course, I do. Chocolate cosmos, they’re called,” I explained, “It’s a rare type of flower that smells exactly like chocolate. You would even want to eat them,” I added, laughing, then I advanced towards the florists, who were arranging and watering the flowers.

"They look completely dead." "Oh, they aren't dead. They're just incredibly selective," Maeve whispered, her voice dropping to a strange, intense tone. "You see, these aren't regular flowers. They only open up under the direct presence of the ancient, royal Lycan blood lines. The pure blood.“ "Well, Cassian must come down here a lot then," I said, letting my fingertips gently brush against the edge of the closed purple petal. The exact second my skin made contact with the flower, a sudden, blinding flash of silver light erupted from the center of the orchid.

Marcus glanced up from his computer. "Ooh, whose the admirer?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face. "Shut up," I laughed, but my cheeks flushed with pleasure. I carefully untied the simple white ribbon, my fingers fumbling with anticipation. I lifted the lid. And my smile died. Nestled inside against a bed of stark white tissue paper weren't roses or tulips. They were flowers I'd never seen before. A deep, bruised purple, almost black. The petals were waxy and sharp, the stems twisted and thick with thorns. They looked... violent.

She trudged up five flights, kicked her boots off inside, and froze. Something felt… off. She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Two of them now. Deep crimson. Growing directly from the spine of Sea Glass Psalms, like they had rooted themselves into the poetry. No pot. No soil. Just… existing. Aria moved closer, slowly.

Luke lifted my soaked golden hair, making 'spend the night' sound extremely suggestive. What do you want? I gestured in resignation. "You're good at using herbs, aren't you? I want you to give Henry some Enchanting Flowers." I frowned. Enchanting Flowers were pink flowers emitting an alluring fragrance containing a charm element, capable of arousing desire and emotions in humans. Not lethal, but it would certainly embarrass Henry. Sorry, I don't have the herb you mentioned. I replied with gestures. "Huh, then what do you have? If it satisfies me, I might let you go."

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

Bending over on one knee, Sara carefully placed the flowers in the holes she dug with her own hands to form a circle around the bump of soil, careful not to ruin the roots nor to dig too deep, she didn’t want to ruin the flowers so carelessly when it wasn’t easy to find them in the first place, she spent an hour looking for them, for the wild flowers that the little girl loved so much, and eventually managed to find some lupines, violets, daisies, and clovers.

What was going on? She knocked on his door and walked in. "Here's your coffee sir." She was about to leave but Xander softly held her hand unlike the last time. " Sir" "Xander" "What?" "Call me Xander, Ariande." " Say it. I . want. to. hear it." "Xan... Xander." Ariande gasped out his name. It felt like melody in his ears. It made him feel good. "Hmm" He pulled her close to him and inhaled her scent. Ariande's eyes were about to pop out in shock. She pushed away and gave him a frown.

The last flower was Ursinia in case you forgot. ~Damien. Opening the old wounds, aren't I? But what if the old wounds weren't healed? I am just doing what it takes me to move on. So, taking a pen and paper lying beside me on the desk I noted the name of the flowers and highlighted the first alphabet in the order I received them. 'I'ndigo 'L'ily 'O'riental poppy 'V'iolet 'E'nglish Bluebell 'Y'arrow 'O'rchid 'U'rsinia

Brett and Adam’s eyes widened at the sudden appearance of Konki flowers, which were used to create drugs against werewolves. On the other hand, this was the first time for Maxine to see the flowers and so she didn't take much interest on it. Not until the scent of the flowers mingled in the air. She lifted her eyelashes onto the white flower in Lawrence’s hands, then she blinked silently while her trembling hands reached out the hem of her dress. "Wow, a flower?" Lawrence asked. "This is the first time I saw this. What is the name of this flower?" Smiling, Chandler answered, "Konki."