Magical Golden Flower Novels & Stories

Luke lifted my soaked golden hair, making 'spend the night' sound extremely suggestive. What do you want? I gestured in resignation. "You're good at using herbs, aren't you? I want you to give Henry some Enchanting Flowers." I frowned. Enchanting Flowers were pink flowers emitting an alluring fragrance containing a charm element, capable of arousing desire and emotions in humans. Not lethal, but it would certainly embarrass Henry. Sorry, I don't have the herb you mentioned. I replied with gestures. "Huh, then what do you have? If it satisfies me, I might let you go."

Arthur asked again with narrowed eyes. "This flower, it has magical properties. the fog, the vines, they all attacked me. I was almost dead, but I rmemebered my mother's words. She had told me that the flower that grows in the fog is so powerful that it can heal any injury, any wound. I plucked the flower in the moment it blossomed, and I sucked at it. And I was healed," Mila smiled as she showed him her hands. He rubbed her skin, and though there was blood, there were no scratches or signs of any injuries.

I asked as we made our way down a cobblestone road leading into a huge field of vividly colored flowers. Ian never had to respond to my questions as we delved deeper into the area we were going. A golden lake sat in the middle of the clearing, with bright red flowers floating around its surface. They sparkled and sprayed flames as the creatures below ran into them. The plants surrounding the lake's edge glowed a dazzling white, as if magic flowed through them. "This is the mages' main power source." Ian finally answered. "There is a lot of mana running through this earth and it brings all things that grow here to life."

She shuddered at the thought. “Why the expression?” asked Prince Joseph. Bella didn’t answer. She thought that if she could, she would stay there and learn medicines and even poison from Prince Joseph. He was considered to be one of the most gifted medicine men of the century and even a highly praise alchemist. But in order to gain his favor she will have to get the marigold flower for him. The marigold is considered to be one of the most toxic plant ever in existence. Because of its ability to bring the dead back to life, whomever is near it, the flower will suck out their life and energy waiting to store someone else’s life. Whom, no one ever knows either.

Clara asked. "Beside the gold flower. The gold flower is you—your staying, your witness, your care. The silver flower is the watcher. They should grow together." --- Clara dug the hole with her hands, the soil cold but not frozen, as though the watcher's attention had warmed it. She placed the cutting in the earth and pressed the soil around its roots, the way she had seen the Archivist do a thousand times. The silver flower pulsed. The gold flower pulsed in response. And between them, the air shimmered with a light that was neither gold nor silver but something in between.

She showed it to the man and made him amazed. “That? Could it be…” “Yes. A rare golden tulip. It can only be found on the very steep slopes of the Northern Mountains. This flower is not only enough to pay for what this child stole, but also enough to pay for all your merchandise. Take it,” Flo said, tossing it to the man. “Let’s go.” Flo pulled Alisa and the child's hands, leaving the man alone holding the flowers. The three of them decided to return the child to her residence, which happened to be not too far from the location.

------- The festival was now over, the offerings to Luna already done, but the Smeraldo's still remained in his garden blooming as beautifully as the first day they sprouted. And judging by how they were still fresh when Stefanos had long stopped watering them, he knew now that it was the work of magic keeping them alive. The Smeraldo's were indeed magical and ethereal, no wonder why they were so rare and given as an offering to the Luna. He should have been honoured to have them in his garden, and yet he wasn't. For their purpose was to be stolen by a certain flower thief and sold during the festival. But the festival was long over, and they were still here, but the thief was nowhere to be

He turned to Zaden and asked, “I heard the Dooms have a Lucky Flower?” Zaden’s heart skipped a beat. The Lucky Flower did indeed exist. It was a magical flower born from the luck gathered within the Dooms’ territory. It had been nourishing for an entrapoch and was about to mature. He planned to use it to reach a higher cultivation rank and become stronger. “About that…” Zaden wore a troubled expression. “What’s wrong?” King Marciais’ face darkened, and he said coldly, “Quickly bring the Lucky Flower and all the Empyrean herbs you have here.”

" The Paladin told the tale in a mysterious tone and soft gestures. " The tear is rumored to have fallen somewhere in Leighdale. It's said that the Golden Flower has the gift of Life. Imagine the power!" The healer pointed out. " What's the point in that?" I ask with an open hand. " What do you mean!! You could make an army of mental soldiers and conquer the lands with just a simple command." The ranger exclaimed. " What if they turn again the creator? Wouldn't that be bad?" I pressed, trying to understand it.

Thomas said, “It has to do with something urgent, but it’s not convenient for me to tell you about it now. Do you know anything about the Prescription of Golden Medicine? I need to know where I can get it.” Adery answered, “The Prescription of Golden Medicine is a prescription that originates from Arman Seymour, the Master of Medicine. It's said that this prescription has some magical and miraculous effects! For example, it can produce a silk purse out of a sow's ear. Someone wanted to buy the prescription for $100,000,000, but the descendants of the Seymour family ignored him. You won't be able to buy the prescription with money.