Kain Motif Bunga Besar Novels & Stories

“Already on it, Luna.” The women in the pack were working like clockwork. It wasn’t just an event for them—it was a celebration they had waited years for. For their Alpha to find love. For peace. For joy. And after everything this pack had survived… Goddess knew we deserved it. I moved to the floral archway that would frame the ceremonial circle, fingers brushing the lace-draped vines. White roses for devotion, moon lilies for strength, and small sprigs of golden bell root—a rare flower Karen once mentioned loving as a girl. I’d found some, hidden in the greenhouse, and had them arranged just for her.

If he survived this, I would curse him to death. My current focus was to find the two ingredients needed to make an antidote for Dimas' body. Black Selinide Mushroom and Turnia Flower Root. As for the Turnia Flower, I've seen it at the Glafelden City flower shop. Turnia flower was an annual plant with a height between 70 to 90 cm. Each stem has only one flower at the end of the stalk. The shape of the flower when the bud was like a drill bit but would be very beautiful when it bloomed. If the season came, the Turnia Flower, which has dozens of petals, would bloom clockwise. Because of its very beautiful shape, Turnia Flowers were hunted by people as gifts or decorations at home.

Kane kneels next to the patch of purple flowers and picks one. “Take this with you.” “Why?” “It’s The Goddess’s flower. It will help you make contact with her.” I hold my hand out, and he places the delicate little flower in the palm of my hand. “Thank you.” “I’ll be right here,” he says.

It had stood there for centuries, hidden and untouched, a secret known only to him and the Rose bloodline. Without slowing, Kael leaped directly into the cascade. Behind the waterfall, concealed among the rocks, was the mouth of a vast cave. Dark, desolate, and filled with cursed memories. He stopped at the cave's entrance. His breathing was heavy and irregular. His eyes locked onto the stone door before him. Carved into the door's surface were two symbols in the ancient tongue. He recognized them, they were identical to the tattoos on his own chest. On the left side was written ''𐰆𐰢𐰖'' (Homay). The protective spirit. Goddess of fertility, nature, healing, and abundance.

Light sweat shone on his forehead and he ran his hands through his hair to tidy them. He looked like an adorable little kid and would very well pass as my little brother. “I think the blue flame gets its name from the shiny blue color that it radiates from its petals. It is a massive flower and is somewhere deep in the forest. But as far as I know, legends say that it is blessed by the moon Goddess so you can’t touch it without its permission. Any attempts to pluck or harm it results in serious injuries to whoever tries to near it with ill intentions.

They appeared to be blossoms of some kind, but Keyla realized that to see them at this distance meant they must be enormous. Luceya smiled at her. “Our goal is nearly at hand,” she said, and kicked her horse into a gallop. Keyla thudded her heels against Ziara’s sides and the mare leapt forward to follow. They drew nearer, and Keyla smiled to see that the colors were indeed large flower blossoms. They waved in the breeze, and Keyla was astounded by their size, easily three times the size of the average blossom back in Ghaeros. Her mother would have loved having these beauties in her garden! Some were formed of intricate petals like a rose, others more simple and daisy-like. All were of wonde

An ancestor of Akyran’s had a penchant for roses, and the gardens overflowed with them, their perfume rich in the air. We crossed through the gardens, our cloaks caught by the thorns, towards the side entrance. Akyran paused and plucked a night-blooming white Fae-rose, a bloom rare and highly sought after for its perfume and as spell components and protected in this garden by the king. Only Akyran would dare to pluck one of these blooms so casually. He pinched off the thorns and handed it to me. “Part payment,” he said with a grin.

Thea looked at the arrangement with growing confusion and nervously reminded him, "Theodore, these blossoms carry specific biological messages. I fear they are inappropriate for a territorial parley." Theo tilted his head, feigning the innocence of a young pup. "Oh? Do you speak the language of the flora, sister?" "The Platycodon grandiflorus signifies eternal devotion—the long wait for a mate. And lavender... its message is one of yearning." Theo nodded slowly, as if absorbing a new hunting technique. "So that's how it was." No matter how much Thea tried to explain, Theo would just let it go in one ear and out the other.

Had the red-haired woman given them names? Gianna closed her eyes and tried to recall those images from that night. The flowers had been unusual, with petals that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. Some had been purple with gold centers. Others had been white with veins of silver running through them. There had been vines with leaves that felt almost warm to the touch. The red-haired woman had pointed to one in particular. A flower with deep red petals and a black center that looked almost like an eye. "This one is called Heartbloom," she had said, her voice reverent. "It can heal the deepest wounds. It can cure poisons. It can restore what has been broken."

My back collided with Theodore's front, and he immediately supported me with his hands on my shoulders. "Theo... Did I read this right? Did it say... this came from my first sister?" I had to turn my head to confirm a nod from him. "And she's from the Waevalon Kingdom?!" "Yes, Kasumi. You can see the flag of the Waevalon Kingdom is imprinted here." He pointed to the lower left of the parchment, where there was a small flag and the shape of a lily beside it. "But why is there a lily here?" I caressed it as if I could caress that person who wrote this. "Waevalon Kingdom's national flower is begonia, not a lily, correct?"