King Of Flowers Novels & Stories

They only sell one bouquet of each flower type. They follow the princes to a table under the birch trees. Ethan M. Grandiflora, the son of the ruling noble of domain Grandiflora, is also there. He stands and waits for the two princes to sit. He hands them a list of all the farmers and florists in the market.

None of them would dare even think of an answer to this question so that they would not die from the shock of the answer and the terror of the thunderbolt. As for the king of the winds and their princes, they were standing in shock. Flean was the fastest among them all, so how did he catch up with her? Silence pervaded the racing arena for a short period of time, interrupted by the sound of applause coming from the top to turn all eyes towards him, so that the unknown king, the king of darkness, was standing, clapping in arrogance for his princess. Let everyone stand and do the same for the racing arena to buzz with the sounds of warm applause and cheering from the people of the Wind Kingdo

A faint laugh escaped the king. “You simplify things.” “I try.” The king studied him for a long moment. Then he asked the question Adrian had never fully answered—even to himself. “Do you hate us?” Adrian blinked. “Demons.” The king’s gaze remained steady. “Do you hate what we are?” Adrian considered the question. A memory flickered briefly in his mind. Smoke. Fire. His village burning. The screams. But the feeling that surfaced wasn’t hatred. It was something colder. “No,” Adrian said finally.

Flora could not help but try to look deeper into them, feeling lost inside. The darkness was so deep that there was no turning back. She gulped, unable to turn her gaze away. The king frowned as he said, "Miss..." He paused as if he were trying to recall her name. She quickly spoke, "F-Flora." He nodded his head and continued, "Miss Flora is really good at fighting.” She parted her lips, hearing praise from the king. The King saw her reaction and grinned evilly. As she looked at the curve in the corner of his lips, she bit her lower lip and stared at it. She blinked, trying to compose herself.

Most of the time, he just clutched the wedding ring in his hand, murmuring one name over and over— "Rena." The only time his dull, vacant eyes showed a flicker of life was when young wolf pups came to the lake to play. Then, he would lift his head and stare at them in a daze as he whispered, "Our children… Rena, look… it's our children!" The wolves of the Blood Moon Pack all said the same thing. "He's lost his mind." Most of them would curse and spat behind him. "Serves him right." The one who cursed him the most was Carissa.

I add. He turns to me. “Lilies? The same lilies that we have abundant in Winterwood?” “Yes. When I came here it was a shock to me as well. For some reason the soil here can't grow the flowers, but it's been carefully cultivated in the greenhouse.” “Let me guess, the King heard lilies were your favourite flowers and he made sure that they were specially cultivated?” His voice has a subtle mockery I can't ignore. “You say it like it's a bad thing.”

Maybe I am being childish, but I was utterly giddy because, after tonight, we will be fair play… That means he will not hold back anymore, and I will be able to see the real, passionate king under all that restraint. I walked around my room, which now smelled like a divine flower shop. Every bouquet had a little note explaining the kind of flower and its meaning for the elves. There was a Rainfall Rose that meant eternity, a Sunglow Peony that meant happiness, and so many more. In the center of all the flowers was a single MoonPetal Orchild, their symbol of true love.

He questioned He gave a soft chuckle, "Feasibly, I am indeed not greedy as to presents for I only want to ask a single Amaranth." The king continued to laugh aloud as the old man frowned, "Who are you to ask such altitudinous item?" "Then who are you to question such nonsense?" He continued, "Of course! I am a king." "Undeniably true! perhaps a king who is fiendish and is full of thoughtless acts." By the sudden jolt of sense and the Helenium flowers cadent, his Gladiolus was pierced to the core. A bleeding heart flower blossoms...

They are skilled in strategy for war and a sword chi in the fight, they enter the enemy realm and slowly poison the soldiers. - Isn't this too risky? - Yes, but this is the path they have chosen. - Unfortunate! But go on. - They wait for their enemies to grow weak, some have died and others grow weak to fight. In this kingdom there is a garden, which grows one every month. In the garden they found the flower Péro, a red flower with a weak blue stem, but the flower is poisonous. There is no king there but queens, when a queen marries her husband does not become king, and if in the marriage union has children man and woman are the women who becomes king, even if she is the last to be born.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.