Lily Blooms Book Novels & Stories

Alexia's POV I was in a garden of water lilies flower, it was white and beautiful, there was a waterfall nearby and the air smelt amazing, I was dressed in knee length white flowing gown, I was skipping and humming, everything was peaceful, the birds were chirping rabbits were hoping everything was normal, it was like paradise but then something infected a flower. Instead of me plucking it and throwing it away, I left it. The infection grew and it corrupted the flowers, lilies turned to black roses with barely any petals, they were filled it thorns even their stems, I was confused and surprised, I felt a shiver down my spine, the birds stopped chirping, rabbits started flying, everything was

I must have read that thin book a thousand times, memorizing each herb and concoction—of which there weren’t many in the book—until the pages wore out beneath my fingers. I didn’t notice that one of the Lunas had come up behind me until she crouched, skirts pooling around her feet, and held a little flower out to Lily. A tiny daisy, plucked from the clearing. I smiled as Lily hesitantly took it. “You’ve done this before,” the Luna said as she watched my hands move. “Since she was born,” I said,. Her brows lifted. “You raised her yourself?” “Someone had to.”

"You knew very well that Madeline was allergic to pollen, and yet, you purposely told me to give her the bouquet of daisies and slammed the flowers into her face! And then you blamed her for everything! You're such an evil, scheming woman!" Regina's face fell. She was starting to panic as she shook her head profusely. "No, Tris, you got it wrong. It's not like that! If you don't believe me, you can ask Annabelle. She was right there beside me! She knew what went on!"

She closed the door behind her slowly. The apartment was still. Not quiet — still. Air too heavy. The smell of something floral. Faint. Sweet. Wrong. Her eyes drifted to the bookshelf. The flower was back. No — flowers, plural. Five of them now. Each bloom a different color. Crimson. Violet. Cerulean. Pale gold. Ink black. All curling from different books, petals growing like they’d always belonged there. Sea Glass Psalms. The Edge of Dusk. Forgotten Bodies. Every book Aria had buried a piece of herself in — every one of them blooming with impossible color. A spectrum of memories. Of lovers.

“Heard he’s even a rogue roaming the borders now.” “Okay, that’s enough information, you gossip monger,” the leader of the group snapped, sprinkling some of the bath water at her. “Don’t frighten the poor girl. She isn’t his mate and we’re only on watch duty.” I sat up all of sudden, then grateful for the bubbles that covered my breasts, I gently asked them to leave. “I’ll handle the rest from here. Thanks.” The one called Lily looked unsure. “I don’t know, Priest Eros gave us strict instructions to be here until he arrives.”

"She hasn't earned rest anyway. And warn her Lady Cyrene doesn't tolerate the attitude. Hot headed girls don't last long in her presence." I stood slowly. My bones are rattling. The library was at the end of a long corridor that got colder the further I walked. When the door opened I understood immediately why no one had volunteered for this assignment. The Lycan s king childhood friend. Books covered the floor. Shelves emptied onto surfaces. Dust thick enough to write in. The kind of room that hadn't been touched in months and had opinions about it. I stood in the doorway. "I'm not doing that."

he said. "I am putting it in water," she said firmly. "Fine." Lily walked into the room. She sat at the wooden table. She looked at the herb. She looked at Julian. She looked at Aurora. Lily opened her blue notebook. She wrote something in her neat block letters and closed it completely. She did not show either of them. She was keeping her own secret records. "Did you write about the plant?" Aurora asked the child. Lily nodded. "Will you show me?"

I turn around and see Lily walking toward me, but something in her hand immediately catches my attention and makes my blood run cold. She’s carrying a single black rose. The moment I see the black rose, everything clicks into place. The threatening letters sealed with black rose petals, the mysterious flowers left at my door and locker, it was Lily who has been sending them. “You!” I yell, my voice echoing in the storage room. “You’re the one who’s been sending those letters with the razor blades!” Lily smiles coldly as she approaches me, still holding the black rose. “Very good, Luna. You figured it out.”

Turned our tiny garden into a sea of color—just for me. But when I left, he dragged his weak, post-op body into the rain and ripped out every last one. I hid in the shadows, heart cracking, and fished them out of the trash. One by one. I dried them. Some got ground down and pressed into a necklace I kept over my heart. The rest, I turned into dried flowers. Even my wedding bouquet was tulips—stitched with golden thread. I still saw that day. Hemi standing there, marrying me. It was burned in my mind.

“Something that can help him. Something to help us.” Lady Lily studied me in silence for a moment, then let out a quiet exhale. She stepped past me, her gown brushing the floor as she moved with practiced elegance. I watched as she halted at a shelf near the far corner, her hand hovering for just a moment before plucking out a book bound in dark leather. Turning back toward me, she held it up like an offering. “I believe this could help,” she said. Suspicion flickered through me. “Why would you give me this?”