Late Blossom Novels & Stories

#cemetery# #supernatural world# #Dark magic vs action# Why subject yourself to that screaming banshee? ♥Elena's POV♥ Lilium candidium, the botanical name of white lily which is popularly known as the cemetery plant grew around the graveyard and blossomed into beautiful flowers which symbolized the innocence that has been restored to the soul of the departed. The blossom opened as if each flower were a book-- a book that was more sculpted divinely than written, the ink infusing into the petals to give them their soft glow while the flowers gave a subtle aromatic fragrance to the graveyard.

I started, but Layla interuppted me. "Ah, it doesn't matter. Come look! I want to show you the dresses I picked out for my Luna ceramony!" I groaned. I completely forgot that I told her I would make her Luna. But I also said if I haven't found my mate by 25 that I would. I'm 24, and I found my mate.

Creak. Creak. The two men were back on the road, their horses moving at a slow, steady pace, making the ride in the small cart feel easy and comfortable. They passed tall trees lining the path, their shadows casting sharp, shifting patterns on the ground as they journeyed home. The weather had shifted since their departure, and nature seemed to be alive with vibrant color. Flowers bloomed in full display, enhancing the beauty of the landscape. Butterflies fluttered gracefully through the air, their delicate wings shimmering. Birds sang from the treetops, some fluttering in the breeze, their wings spread wide as they danced in the sky. Above them, the sky was a clear, brilliant blue, streaked

… By the time I crawled out of bed to eat the so-called 'birthday cake', it was noon the next day. Damien lazily came over, looking completely satisfied. "Ready for that cake?" The cake had already been taken out of its box. It was a beautiful cream cake decorated with white flowers made from frosting. My expression darkened when I realized they were Bradford pear blossoms. I noticed a small card beside the cake. "Bradford pear blossoms may appear fragile and alone, yet their true meaning is one of renewal—of life beginning anew."

He said, "Uhmm…" I hummed, "One more thing, can you suggest a good sensitive flower that can brighten someone's day up perfectly just by the first sight," I ignored the curious scowl on Vitali's face, "Well, good timing because after our last visit to Kristen's home I took an interest in flowers," He smiled suggestively, I nodded interestingly, "That is nice, so what do you suggest?" "I suggest Lobelia, Lavender, and Mountain Rose Succulent. These two are perfect." He said,

Our powers braid tighter, faster, cleaner. Moonfire. Stormlight. Gold. We don’t vanish. We align. And the forming goddess pulses with a new heartbeat hers. No. Ours.

Then, she raised a hand to cover her mouth and nose. Seeing her reaction, Tristan rushed over. His voice was tinged with concern as he asked, "Are you feeling unwell?" "I'm allergic to pollen," Madeline replied calmly. She had never liked flowers. In fact, Regina was the one who loved daisies. Tristan's temper flared, but he held himself back when he remembered how much Madeline had changed lately. She was no longer predictable, and he was starting to feel like he was losing his grip on her. For some reason, that scared him.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

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.”

He was so close I could smell expensive tobacco, rain, and a raw, heavy musk that made my pulse hammer in my throat. "I'm Franco," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "And I think Lyle just made the biggest mistake of his pathetic life. He thinks he broke you. I think he just let you off the leash." The heat radiating off his body was a physical weight. I had just lost my husband, but standing this close to Franco, the only thing I felt was a sudden, violent ache between my thighs. He held out a heavy, matte black invitation. "The Apex Bloom. It's a survival game for the elite. The prize is a billion pounds. But it doesn't reward beauty, Lolita. It rewards the hunger of a woman who h