Madrigal Flower Novels & Stories

On reaching outside his house was a stunning sight, right in front of the little manor he stayed in was a medium-sized garden filled with only flowers and vegetables, twirling flowers, crawling ones, ones as tall as trees mingled with lovely vegetables of various sizes and shapes, large pumpkins, glowing tomatoes, green spinaches, and broccoli, ripened onions hidden within the ground but with healthy leaves that screamed its near maturity. The marguerite lilies swaggered around looking as peaceful as ever, the candelas beamed at him with their huge eye, the jasmine not being left out outspread its pretty white petals and Feral felt his mood liven up a bit. He plucked up a blue rose which he

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

“It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.” I plant my butt on the grass next to him, “this is Crimson Beebalm,” I touch the petals, “this one is bright red but they can be a lot darker than this. Red is,” I take a second to think as his smile makes my brain short circuit, “hot, intense, and even dangerous. But this flower is all talk and no show. It’s edible and used for medicine,” I tell him as I begin to pluck some of the flowers out of the earth. “I’ve never had a color described to me,” he admits with a smile of appreciation on his face.

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

These flowers, delicately attached to pearls for added weight, were tossed into the open windows of the carriage as a symbol of admiration and luck. The oxyplant flowers, known for their luminescent beauty and enchanting fragrance, filled the carriage with a captivating aura. Each blossom boasted an array of vibrant colors, ranging from azure blues to coral pinks, captivating the senses of the princesses. The delicate petals shimmered as they caught the dappled light filtering through the water, casting an ethereal glow within the carriage. The sweet scent of the flowers enveloped Nerissa and Madissa, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and gratitude.

He had told me that before. “That is what you told me the first day we met,” I told Aelius. “I need to know what it means. I need to know what this flower is…I need to know where I can find more of them so I can find—“ “It is a Marrowrose.” The words came out flat, though a bit tense. I had hoped hearing the name would give me a better idea of what the flower was, but it didn’t. “It is rare, and there are not supposed to be any left, let alone blooming, but Priestess Gloria always has her way,” he went on. “It’s a flower once grown by ancient witches only, and only for one purpose.”

Edward walked up to a very beautiful flower, purple with a pleasant fragrance. That flower is a Lilac Mate Flower, it only grows in the world of Draciana. It's shaped like most ordinary Lilac flowers, but it's the scent that makes them different from usual. "Fresh," Edward muttered inhaling the scent of the flowers. The refreshing and soothing scent makes him love Lilac Mate flowers. Edward plucked the flower, then smiled faintly. "If I give it to Evelyn, will she like it?" Don't know why Edward's mind immediately went to Evelyn when he saw the flower.

“I didn’t tear the doll apart, Alpha, but I did notice some strange red flowers inside the box. They had a terrible smell.” “Flowers?” I repeated, my brows drawing together. “Describe them.” “They were small, rare, red with yellow stamens. It looks like a sculpted flower,” she said, scratching her head. “I had never seen anything like them before. I meant to ask about them but forgot later.” Sculpted flower but natural. Middlemist Red Camellia. It had to be. The rarest flower in the territory. I pulled out my phone, searched for a picture, and held it up to her. “Did they look like this?”

I am indeed picky on this kinds of things because I have a sensitive smell so I had to be really careful in choosing a perfume and scent on my bath. Wondering what kind of flower is it, I asked the maid behind me about it "What kind of flower is it?" "Your highness it is a rare flower that is blooming every spring on the north part of the empire. It is named Parolixian and was sent by count Toledis yesterday as a congratulatory gift for your debutante" She said "It is rare indeed and I haven't heard a flower named like that" I said with suspicion. I can't help it because after scanning almost all books in the royal library that was located at the center palace, I haven't encountered a name o

If he survived this, I would curse him to death. My current focus was to find the two ingredients needed to make an antidote for Dimas' body. Black Selinide Mushroom and Turnia Flower Root. As for the Turnia Flower, I've seen it at the Glafelden City flower shop. Turnia flower was an annual plant with a height between 70 to 90 cm. Each stem has only one flower at the end of the stalk. The shape of the flower when the bud was like a drill bit but would be very beautiful when it bloomed. If the season came, the Turnia Flower, which has dozens of petals, would bloom clockwise. Because of its very beautiful shape, Turnia Flowers were hunted by people as gifts or decorations at home.