Magic Flower Tangled Novels & Stories

"Tell that twig girl to use that plant to assist your water angel," My lips dropped into a frown. If I could glare at her, I would. "Leaf is not a twig," I said defensively. "Twig, trees, same thing," she said nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes again and then looked at Ann who had her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and shook her head negatively. "No pure water, just filthy ones," "Hey, why not try using the ones in those spell catchers?" Leaf asked with excitement, pointing at three flowers that were shaped like a dragon's mouth. One was pure white, the other was white and red with the red standing out the most and the last was black.

Emma steps into her place, and the moment her cool fingers brush against my scalp, a shiver runs down my spine. It’s not just the touch; it’s the unsettling certainty that something is wrong. Off. Her movements are precise, almost too precise, as she gathers sections of my short hair, deftly weaving them into intricate braids. She begins to intertwine small, delicate white flowers into the strands, each petal a stark contrast to the deep auburn of her hair. The scent of the flowers is light, but beneath it, I detect a faint, metallic tang. "This feels wrong, Tamsin. Very wrong," Kira warns, her voice a low thrum against my thoughts. "Her scent. It’s… off."

Tane suggested with an decline of his head showing he meant no disrespect, it was just his curiosity. I remembered the last time we were in the estate garden and all Tania had was her control over her dark element. When she touched the flowers in her enchanted garden, they withered as if she siphoned all the magic from them. They needed to be purely grown or if Tania ever touched them, they would die. I didn't want her to waste whatever magic she had remaining from siphoning from Kali. For years, we had hunted for those herbs and other medicinal artifacts that contributed to the healing of werewolves and we survived. We didn't need to change that now.

What the hell? Just as she readies herself to jump, roots sprout from the ground, causing everyone to shriek and jump back, stopping the crowd to take a leap at Tiffany, while the roots at the same time wrap tightly around Tiffany, trapping her down. With white eyes that aren't hers, she bites wildly around herself, trying to get rid of the roots. The more she bites them, the harder they trap her down. Just as I’m about to pull Amelia hurriedly away from the roots, two familiar faces seemingly start floating towards us. Controlling the roots with the movement of their bare hands.

Soon a mark blossomed from the blood on his neck and it was magically imprinted on his skin in red. He sighed in immense pleasure. 'Fuck! What was that?' 'Take a look' I said through the matelink. He grabbed the table mirror and took a glance. 'What is it? It's beautiful. Is it a flower?' He gushed through the link. I nodded. 'It's called a Carnation flower' I trailed on the small red flower on his neck. 'When I was held captive by Darwin and didn't have my magic with me, that was the first thing I was able to do with our child's magic that seeped through me' I smiled. 'It's only because of this child and it's magic I could attempt to escape'

“Don’t lie to me, Palmer. You look just like your mother did… before she left.” The words pierced me. Before she left. The family secret no one dared to speak. I had been too young to understand, but now I wondered—had she run from the same chains I was now bound with? When I returned home, I found fresh flowers on the table, expensive lilies that filled the room with their suffocating perfume. Arrow stood beside them, hands in his pockets, watching me. “For you,” he said simply. I blinked. Arrow didn’t do flowers. He didn’t do gestures.

She didn’t even know when she ended up on the floor, or how her clothes had disappeared. It wasn’t until the cool, silky touch of the ribbons brushed against her skin that she snapped out of her daze—but it was far too late. The tiger already had her in its jaws—there was no escape now. So she gave up struggling, laying back on the sea of ribbons, peeking past the young master’s shoulder to watch the red strands descend like a net from the ceiling, enveloping the two of them. Tangled together in that passionate web, they were indistinguishable—like silkworms cocooning themselves in scarlet thread.

I placed my hand on her mouth to reduce the noises she was made. After she released, she used her tongue on me and it felt so good. I felt like that would do for now. There would be no penetration, but we could please each other using tongue and hands. ****** We finally arrived in America, and everywhere felt so different. One of the Mafia leaders under me bought another house under my name. The place was so beautiful, it has a pool and a play ground for the kids. It has twenty rooms with a private cinema and other necessities that made the house worth the price I bought it.

Piper stops at the centre of them and howl, they all run towards me and we wait until they are close enough before releasing our Fire Flower flames, the flames shoot out from my feet and spreads out like it’s running on gasoline and engulf them all including the four from our side, I trained with them so I feel very sad to lose them but their screams and pained howls filled the air as they all burn to death. What I did not expect was that my fire would have an effect on the tar as well, the tar caught blaze and burned all the way back before evaporating, when the blaze subsides I head back to where the others are, they have been unable to finish their magic circle around the hellfire because