Longest Blooming Azalea Novels & Stories

"You used the color absorption technique?" Anathea nodded slightly. "I added red dye to the water tubes hydrating the roses and let them sit for 30 minutes to four hours. It was the perfect timing for a ceremony that would start at 3:00 pm. The color traveled up the stems to the petals, turning the white roses pink." "That's genius!" Evangeline gave Anathea a big thumbs-up. "Only you could think of something like this!" "That's just basic skills." Anathea arched her brows with a bright, slightly playful smile.

Lena carefully recalled the appearance of the plum blossom last time, it was very unique, "pure red, the flowers were gorgeous." "That should be a rare variety, not easy to find. A few years ago, when I went to negotiate business with your father, it seems like we saw it in a mansion in the outskirts. And don't you know? This variety has been monopolized from the source. The largest flower market in the country is located in the southern region, but the best varieties have all been bought by a mysterious boss. It is said that the best plum blossoms from all over the country have been transplanted to a mansion in the outskirts. But who is the owner of that mansion, no one really knows. I'll g

“My grandmother used to teach me about plants when I was younger.” I waited. “She used to make me memorize which plants grew in which soil, which flowers needed shade, which ones could survive near water, which ones only grew in certain parts of Riverside. She would lecture me for hours.” A small smile touched her face. “I hated those lessons.” Caya smiled.“Apparently they weren't useless.” Remi shook her head.“No. They weren't.” She looked down again. “Azaleas are common in Riverside. That's why Manuel used one.”

An ancestor of Akyran’s had a penchant for roses, and the gardens overflowed with them, their perfume rich in the air. We crossed through the gardens, our cloaks caught by the thorns, towards the side entrance. Akyran paused and plucked a night-blooming white Fae-rose, a bloom rare and highly sought after for its perfume and as spell components and protected in this garden by the king. Only Akyran would dare to pluck one of these blooms so casually. He pinched off the thorns and handed it to me. “Part payment,” he said with a grin.

"He said it's impossible for me to walk like a normal person again, and I don't expect that. But to be able to see you again in this state makes me truly happy. There's no need for you to stay with me. You should leave in a few days. You've just inherited your title—there must be much for you to do." "You want me to leave? That's simply not possible." Ryan chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "At the very least, I must stay until all the flowers on these mountains have withered." Clarence raised an eyebrow. "If that's the case, you won't be leaving anytime soon. Once the azaleas fade, camellias will bloom. And when the camellias are gone, roses will arrive. There is always something i

It was a beautiful sight to behold, one I couldn't help but grin at. "This is beautiful," I admitted softly, looking around at all the numerous tiny flowers glowing all around us. "It is," came Alpha Evan's even softer reply and I looked at him, only to find him already looking at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, squirming a little under his intense gaze. "What are all these flowers? I've never seen flowers that could glow like that." "They're called nocte caeruleo. Literally translating to blue night. These are a special type of flowers that glow bright blue when they bloom at the stroke of midnight every fourteen years before they go back to sleeping," Alpha Evan explained, finally looking at

“If this is another wild goose chase, I swear I will leave the lot of you.” “How many times have you said that? And yet, you always come back to us,” said by the one with blue hair in a lazy tone. “Don’t worry. Because according to the information I found, we’re in the right place.” The gray-haired guy tsked. “And how many times have we encountered trouble because of that information of yours?” “We’re definitely in the right place,” said by another, the one with chestnut brown hair. “Can’t you smell the air? It’s filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers,” he said excitedly to the others.

White Spike Weed. It only blooms this way at dawn, so it’s the best time to find it. I place the flowers in the basket and cast my eyes over the other beautiful flowers nature offers me this morning. My attention settles on a little Bluenette that has unfortunately seen better days, its petals beginning to turn from a vibrant blue to a dull shade of gray. I frown as I look at the little guy. The flower itself is pretty worthless in terms of its magical or medicinal properties; however, it’s always one I have admired for its sheer beauty. I place my fingertips on the decaying petals and channel my energy towards them, letting myself feel nature’s powerful lifeblood run through me. After a few

She sipped her soup quietly, listening to Aria talk about the economic situation of the Ruby Hills pack, ignoring Delia’s disgruntled silence. Raven smiled at her gleefully as Laurel smiled, sipping the broth carefully and smiling as the azalea pattern began to appear at the bottom. The rich reds made her think of Adolph’s cloak, billowing in the wind. There were five azaleas at the bottom. It seemed that there had been a mix-up, but she couldn’t be upset. She wondered how Adolph would feel upon seeing the five lunar flowers at the bottom of his soup bowl. *******

But someone else had beaten them to it. How could there be such a coincidence? A flicker of suspicion crept into Halsey's mind. Who bought the Snowpeak Bloom? Shaun asked, "Do you know if there are any other Snowpeak Blooms available around here?" The neighbor shook his head. "That flower's really rare. It only blooms once every 50 years. There aren't any others on these mountains. Mark just got lucky and found one." So that meant there were no others. The Snowpeak Bloom only bloomed once every 50 years. If they missed this one, who knew how long they'd have to wait for the next?