Knight Of The Frozen Flower Novels & Stories

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

But it wasn't his presence that made my breath catch completely. In his large, calloused hand, he was holding a single, beautiful flower. Its petals were a deep, vibrant crimson, glowing vividly against the gray stone of the palace. It was a frost-bloom, a rare and delicate flower that only grew on the highest, most dangerous peaks along the northern boundary line. Cassian stepped away from the wall, his dark eyes locking onto mine as he closed the distance between us. He held the crimson flower out to me, a small, uncharacteristic softness touching his lips.

Knight returned to his village after a perfect night with his mate, in a low mood-- it was only the beginning of a long wait that didn't have a time limit on, when being away from his mate for merely seconds seemed torture to him. It was only at the gate of the villiage did Knight rememebered -- Frost pledged to Rain in the mountain after Raven went in rage, though only for a short night, that merged the two packs before he gave the title back to Frost, meaning--

A white flower. "This is the morning glory, also known as the moon flower. It is a sacred flower," he said softly before he raised it up to his nose and took a deep breath, taking in its scent. "May the Moon Goddess bless you in this lifetime and the next." He kissed it before he tucked it above my ear. "You have my best wishes. In this lifetime and the next." "Thank you, Nikolai," I whispered, feeling slightly overwhelmed. "Now, I need you to do everything exactly as I say. This has to happen exactly according to the instructions. Otherwise... I cannot lose you, Avalyn."

"He has the silver scepter. He has the Soul-Seekers. If you help us, we can fight them together. If you don't, they’ll burn this forest down just to find us." Sora looked at my hand, at the glowing silver mark. She reached out, her dirty fingers trembling as she touched the air near my palm. She could feel the heat. She could feel the life. "The Bridge," she whispered. "The stories were true." A sudden blast of silver light hit the trees at the edge of the clearing. One of the ancient oaks exploded into splinters. The First Knight had arrived. He rode into the clearing on a white horse that looked more like a statue than a living thing. His silver armor was flawless, reflecting the moonlight

I held his face in my hands. "I'm sorry. I needed more time to come back with as much information as possible. How've you been?" Amari asked. "I've been good. Any news?" I asked. "Yes. I spoke to some people and they found out that, the people who attacked that day were from Glacia. Also,....the attack was not an ordinary one. It was aimed at the Royal Family." "Glacia? That is the kingdom of King Arthur. If he wants his son to marry me, why did he attack us?" I asked, confused.

And there it was—a narrow path that wound deeper into the foliage, promising an escape from the watchful eyes of my protectors. Feigning awe, I turned to Knight. "These flowers are indeed magnificent, but I believe the rarest ones lie further down this path and that’s the one I need to use to make a Herbal medicine for my brother. Would you mind collecting a few while I stay here? I wouldn't want to get lost in this maze of beauty." Knight hesitated, clearly torn between his duty and my request. Finally, he nodded reluctantly. "Alright, Princess. But please, do not wander far. I shall return shortly."

“Ting.” The Archivist didn't appear in the shadows this time. He appeared standing on the very edge of the drawbridge, his feet hovering over the abyss. “Task Twelve: A Queen must have a crown. To break the morale of the Southern knights, you must manifest the ‘Frost-Glow.’ Use the heat of the mark behind your ear to ignite the air around you. Show them the North has claimed you.” I closed my eyes. I didn't fight the burning behind my ear this time. I leaned into it. I thought of the well where I had died. I thought of the cold tea. I thought of the fire Kaelen had lit in my soul.

He saw the flower, which was far different from the flowers that could be found on the Varanus Continent. A red rose in full bloom. Subconsciously, his eyes fell on a twilight red-haired Knight who rode a few rows in front of him. A flower that could not be found on the Continent of Varanus, a flower that bloomed beautifully in the middle of the desert. But then Zaha smiled so thinly he barely looked like he was smiling at all. Arai was indeed a desert flower. A charming Desert Rose. Zaha who was wearing a black robe of the Varanus Continent adorned with golden dragon embroidery, with a pair of long earrings and a tall majestic crown then accelerated his horse a little and chased Arai.