Misty Waterflower Novels & Stories

I pulled the Ghost’s Whisper out and set it on the vanity. Mira glanced at the flowers. “What is that?” she asked, reaching for them. “They’re beautiful.” I slapped her hand away. “It’s a ceremonial flower for fertility,” I said. “Not to be touched by anyone but the Queen.” Mira nodded, not bothering to ask more questions.

The weeping willow trees, sycamore trees, yellow cottonwood trees, red maple trees, and pine oaks trees around the spring were tightly packed together, their leaves very dense thereby creating an all-year-round canopy of shade and coolness. An exotic variety of flowers; mistral yellow, a variety of hydrangea, hypoestes, serviceberry, sweet alyssum, fuchsia, and so on surrounded the deep valley water and lined up even into the large cave. While the groundwater outside the cave was seepage, the water in the cave was seep, and on one side was a wetland where one could stand and adore the beautiful scenery in the cave. That was where Aine was currently sitting lost in her thoughts although the s

“What other ways?” His eyes brightened, and a full genuine smile spread across his face. “There’s this plant... nēra kelp. It grows in these deep water canyons, blooming only once every few tides. When it’s harvested at just the right time, it releases this mist. You inhale it underwater, and it gives you this… floating, euphoric high. Clears your mind but makes everything feel like it’s glowing. Literally.” “Whoa,” I said, completely enthralled. “So it’s like underwater weed?”

I need to forget. I've been running for an hour, until I stop at a clearing. There lyes a beautiful waterfall. There's clear water, with green bushes, and red, blue, purple, yellow and pink wild flowers, but not flowers I've seen before. These look exotic. They have exquisite swirl designs. I've never seen such a beautiful place before. I thought places like theses only exist in dreams. I kneel beside the water and let my hand flow through it. Tears fill my eyes to the brim, I close my eyes, letting the tears run their own waterfall. I inhale a deep breathe only to exhale a grieving sob.

Take this very rare plant, for instance. Ileana had noticed the small movement away from her, and her lips curled in a gently mischievous smile. She followed him quickly to a staging platform, where a shocking pink spray of flowers glowed hotly. ‘This is Doritaenopsis “Malibu Gold” - allied to the genus of Paphiopedila .’ Bevis’s rolling Scottish burr seemed to soften when he talked of his orchids, Ileana noticed. How sweet it was. She began to feel quite jealous of the fabulous flowers around her. Now, if only she could get

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 wore a confident smile. Dad unfolded my notes first and read them aloud. "Tea No. 1, prominent orchid fragrance, strong rocky flavor… Not bad. It's quite detailed." He nodded, then picked up Laura's. "Tea No. 1, orchid aroma, solid rock charm, and… a distinctive mossy note. This is Mistveil Tea." The moment those words landed, the whole room stirred. Dad shot to his feet, excitement rising. "Laura, you actually identified Mistveil Tea! That's a rare cultivar that even I can't pick out easily!"

A soft plunk echoed through the air as the ring disappeared beneath the surface, swallowed by the deep. Carissa turned to the distance, a bright, carefree smile blooming on her face as she looked at the grave. "You're free now. From now on, love yourself more." Her smile was as lovely as ever.

But she had to remember why she was here—to conquer her fear. When she landed on the huge boulder, she looked around. A series of jade vines were its lengthy turquoise flowers, hanged at both sides of the river over a foot long. Butterflies seemed to enjoy them. She loved this flower; it was similar to wisteria. But she could not distract herself longer. She had to succeed in her objective. You can do this, Malaika. She took a long, deep breath when she focused again on the running water of the river. The elevation was going up if she would go river tracing to the source.

I don’t want to believe it, though, so I click on my flashlight and sweep it across the forest floor. Several plants grow around the bottoms of the trees, and as the light touches a white flower off to my left, I pause. The flower is barely bigger than my finger, but the leaves surrounding the bottom of the grouping of flowers reach up, nearly wrapping around the petals. White Miller Leaves- it’s the second ingredient I have drawn in my journal. Hope slivers into my chest as I crouch down and pick several of the flowers, tucking them into the plastic bag I brought, labeling it with the name. One down, nine to go.