Inked Flowers Novels & Stories

My heart seemed to beat in time with the rhythm of the world, each pulse a reminder of the raw power that lay dormant within me. I found myself drawn to the old bouquet of flowers on my desk, my fingers tracing the delicate petals with a sense of reverence. They were pretty tulips, now a bit dead and sad, but the vibrant colors seemed to pulse with life, their intoxicating scent filling the room and stirring something deep within me.

I hope that news will at least distract her, even if my beast is still clawing at my skull with the anger he has no idea where to direct. Something at the bottom of the golden wreath catches my eye and I lean in closer to get a better look. five silver flowers poke up from amidst the wolfsbane. In the centre is a lily, either side of that a daffodil, and beside each daff is a daisy.

When younger, her mother would ask the family tailors to embroider the flower on the girl's dresses. Artemisia had brooches, hair clips, coats, all with that delicate flower. She had always found those little flowers beautiful, their delicacy captivating the young woman, even though she had never sought the meaning of the flowers. The sixth and final card had another white flower drawn, but it was longer than the spring daffodil and had a few rotated touches. Below was written in gold "Tuberosa". Artemisia looked at Tinea, who still had a certain fear in her eyes, a fear of reading those letters.

~ 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 mumbled softly and he tried mind-linking Boris and got nothing. "Try and see if you can link with Boris," he asked roughly. I tried and got nothing. I pulled off my shirt and the mark Boris had put on me had faded, no red rose graced my neck but Lennex's camomile flower brightened and a vine cascaded down my chest with several blossoms. I looked down at it and up at him curiously. "What in the fuck is going on Lennex," I muttered in complete shock. He shrugged, not having any idea.

He held the power to bring a smile to my face when I was going through unbearable pain. It glowed lighter. revealing a pair of eyes, it was also a part of a burning fire. My lower lip trembles from all the emotions consuming me, he was here he was holding me. I couldn't speak and just stared at him. A black wing sparking with an amber glow rested on my forehead and a bright red flower landed on my chest, cracking sparkles around it. I had read about it in the Herbology book. FlammaFlos! It's a powerful plant and the Queen of Faerie guards them. I saw Cassandra but her sight wasn't clear. It's given for a new life.

These flowers, delicately attached to pearls for added weight, were tossed into the open windows of the carriage as a symbol of admiration and luck. The oxyplant flowers, known for their luminescent beauty and enchanting fragrance, filled the carriage with a captivating aura. Each blossom boasted an array of vibrant colors, ranging from azure blues to coral pinks, captivating the senses of the princesses. The delicate petals shimmered as they caught the dappled light filtering through the water, casting an ethereal glow within the carriage. The sweet scent of the flowers enveloped Nerissa and Madissa, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and gratitude.

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?”

Elaine "Oh, come on! What the hell is this?” I managed a crooked smile, attempting to convey my disapproval as I glanced at Anita, who seemed entertained by the spectacle unfolding before us. This morning, we were greeted by an array of assorted flower bouquets that lined the corridor up to my desk. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and fold my arms, confronted with the floral display that resembled a garden. Every imaginable kind of flower was present, from roses to tulips. The corridor looked like it had been transformed into a florist's shop. All that was missing was a cash register and I would be ready to open this “flower shop.”

The wall of the cave made a sound like that of a cracking mirror. Crash! Kiran projected his inner force on the cave wall. Rumble! With the sound of broken glass, the cave wall crumbled. Whoo! The fragrance in the wind was more intense now. Squeak! The bats began flying around like crazy, screaming in fear. Kiran looked up and saw bright red flowers inside. They were blindingly red, beautiful, and enchanting. The red flowers shocked Kiran. The words ‘Devil’s Flower’ came to mind.