Kieran Purple Hyacinth Novels & Stories

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.

"Maybe some moonflowers if we can find any. Wait, those purple ones that grow by the stream, what are they called? "Wolfsbane," Thomas said dryly. "Not actual wolfsbane, Dad." Lily rolled her eyes. "I’m talking about the purple flowers that look like wolfsbane but can’t kill us." "Monkshood," Erin supplied. "Also poisonous." "The other purple ones." Erin caught her mother's eye across the table. Her mother looked like she was fighting a smile and failing at it terribly. Erin chuckled faintly, searing this moment in her memory. With Lily debating flower arrangements and her father pretending to be grumpy about decorations, everything felt normal. The knot in her chest she’d woken up with loos

Luna Diana explained, sharing stories about Sylvia and the Purple Iris. She told me how, years ago, when Alexander was lost in the forest, Sylvia had used the Purple Iris to heal his temporary blindness. She mashed it and used it as medicine for his wounded eyes, and with her determination and gentle touch, Sylvia had restored his vision, making the Purple Iris the most significant flower in his life.

Or just native to the Lycan realm? I decided not to dwell on that for long, instead, I took a few steps forward and crouched beside a cluster of pale-blue blossoms that glimmered faintly. “Okay, Pearl,” I said, touching one gently. “This one is called Moonlace Hydrangea.” Pearl leaned closer, eyes wide. “It’s shiny.”

The dress came to her ankles, so I could see her bare feet poking out. How could someone so beautiful be at the Base? How did she survive in there? She didn't look like a killer to me. Kieran was unrecognisable from when I had last seen him at that Christmas gathering. His long silver hair was now light brown and short, with black and white patches peppered through it. His once orange eyes were violet, and his brown skin had black markings down his fingers to his knuckles. Even his toes were tipped black to the end of each white nail. The only thing that was the same was his muscly physique and intimidating presence.

Kieran smiled, and for a flicker—one agonizing flicker—his eyes flashed blue. Kieran. Real Kieran. His mouth opened, and the voice that came out was ragged, terrified, his. “Aria,” he rasped. “Kill me.” My blood went cold. “What?” His eyes flickered—blue to coal—blue again—like he was drowning and surfacing in the same breath. “Please,” he choked. “Before it finishes wearing me. Before—” Coal flooded back over his gaze. His body straightened. His smile returned, wrong and pleased.

‘Ivory, you’re alive’ one of the figures said, he was a youthful thin clad in white and he emitted a graceful aura, he is handsome and looked like he can’t hurt a fly. ‘You bastard’ Ivory said angrily looking at the youth with bloodshot eyes; she couldn’t believe she almost married him. ‘Shut up you smelly bug’ a beautiful female clad in purple said. ‘You…’ Ivory said looking at Keya, her cousin, Keya had an innocent face but a black heart she hated her and her daughter for no reason but then again greedy people hated other people for foolish reasons.

I smiled looking at flower, cursed my fate at how much this flower represented my situation, my grief. I still remember, there was this one time when my mother caught me playing me flowers in garden, she caught plucked hyacinth in my hand. I couldn't forget how she picked me up before sitting in patio and tugged the flower away from my small hands. "Why is this flower purple? Why isn't it in other colours like red?" My innocent question took her off guard and she smiled down at me. "Only because it is grew from blood of Hyakinthos, a boy both Apollo and Zephyr loved." At that time I couldn't understand her words but after her death, her grave was covered with purple hyacinths.

He’s behind them, so Kaya changes her sitting position on the bed to see him preparing the round table, filling it with cutlery. She squints her eyes but replies to him anyway, “well, I love purple, so that’s why I chose orchids. And for peonies, it smells quite sweet. Also, flowers are a beauty of nature’s existence, so how could I not like any of them?” Kieran helps her stand up and walks her to the round table. Kaya does not know exactly what to do. She’s just nodding her head as she continues to flush, her cheeks more red than the colour of tomatoes, and she mutters, thank you.