Mercury Flower Novels & Stories

She paid it no mind then rushed to the door before heading to the place the body lay. Hexiu hurriedly picked up a red umbrella with cherry blossoms flower surrounding it, looking at every corner of it to see if it had been damaged in any way. "Oowww... thank heavens it's in a good state." Yesterday, she had accidentallly spilled water on it and brought it outside to dry. But she forgot to bring it into the house. And now when she found it in tact, she was very happy. With all the strong winds that happened in the morning, she was really glad.

What Silver Dawn could do was this: become unremarkable. Not invisible. Not shapeshifting in the dramatic sense, no borrowed faces, no changed heights, nothing that required a mirror afterward to confirm you were still yourself. Something quieter and stranger than that. Cellular suppression, the ability to pull the body's broadcast signal inward. Dampen the scent. Cool the skin temperature. Slow the heartbeat to something a sensor would read as ambient noise rather than a living thing. From the outside, we registered as human. Or as nothing at all. We called it The Switch.

"Shut up! That's impossible! She wasn't pregnant!" Louis flared in anger, shouting at the guard, only reining himself in once he realized he lost his composure. With a cold glare, he asked, "Didn't you say that no she-wolves were missing in the pack? Wasn't Rena there when you went back?" How could anyone have realized I had gone missing? After Louis had berated me because of Lily, he ordered everyone in the Blood Moon Pack to ignore me unless I chose to donate my bone marrow fluid to Lily.

I cried out and shielded my face, stumbling back. The mist surged. The ground trembled. When I opened my eyes again— The Silver Moon Flower had bloomed. Its petals unfurled slowly, like it had waited centuries for this moment. They were glowing with a soft, otherworldly light, silver with flecks of iridescent blue, like the surface of the moon reflecting a thousand hidden stars. I felt a part of me stir, an ancient and powerful part. The flower had accepted me. I didn't bask in the euphoria for too long, knowing I didn’t have a second to waste.

Humphrey sounded ready to cry. "The other day, Humphrey came to my shop looking for heirloom flower seeds. He said you wanted to plant them on the terrace. The moment I saw the varieties, I knew exactly what they meant. I'm a herbalist. People like me understand the language of flowers. Every flower carries a meaning. And every flower you chose symbolizes feelings that are never spoken aloud." Mortimer's hand froze around the bottle. Slowly, his blood-red eyes lifted to meet hers. The Alpha pressure in the room returned once again.

Alethra laughed and said, well, I had to find away to hide what I was doing. There are four different types of flowers here, the first three are Lavender, Jasmine and Rosemary. As you know, are the main ingredients in making the scent masking spray that our warrior's use, when they are out to gather information. The last one is called MoonFlower, this flower only blooms at night. It is a really pretty white flower that shimmer like moon rays, even through it is really pretty, this flower has a secret. Every part of it is poisonous, even the roots. I said. Both Elzie and Amelia looked shocked at this piece of information.

She also had on a gold necklace with a rose quartz crystal. “Welcome!” She chirped cheerily. “I’m Blaze. Let me know if you need anything at all. Love your flannel by the way.” Amerie nodded at her and turned to look at the display of plants. A dried purple flower in a case caught her eye. “Excuse me, ma’am, what flower is this?” The young woman glanced over. “Oh, that’s wolfsbane. Pretty, isn’t it? I have a live one at home. Probably shouldn’t considering it’s poisonous, but that’s half the fun.” She smiled and shrugged, then turned back to her folding.

Just looking at it gave me goose bumps. “I’ve never seen this flower before,” I told her, sitting up, and Zion nodded his head to agree with me. “What kind of flower is it?” "It's called Giyeangi," Astrid said. "It's a very rare and deadly flower that grows only on the body of a dead werewolf who was not buried. It feeds on their blood and essence, and then releases a toxin that can kill any other werewolf who comes in contact with it." I gasped in shock. I had never heard of such a deadly flower before, but what has it got to do with my poison? We didn’t have any dead wolves who weren’t buried so the flower wouldn’t be in our pack.

“It’s not simple. The only known counter to this type of poison is the purple Floricent flower. When ground into a paste and applied directly to the wound, it can neutralize the poison and promote healing.” “Purple Floricent flower?” I repeated, racking my brain. “Where can I find it?” “That’s the problem,” the doctor admitted. “It’s extremely rare. It only grows in specific climates and under certain conditions. Finding one in time…” He trailed off, not needing to finish the thought. My mind raced. A purple Floricent flower. I’d seen one before—I was sure of it. But where? Then it hit me like a thunderbolt. Henry’s garden.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."