Novel & Cerita Never Dying Flowers

There was blood in his eyes when he uttered that name, a darkness so sharp it made my pulse stumble. A strange feeling coiled in my chest, uneasy and cold. “What is it?” “A kind of flower that never withers,” he quietly explained. My eyes widened. “Is there such a thing?” He nodded once, his jaw tight. “Not only does it never wither, but it doesn’t even need air to stay alive.” The hatred in his gaze when he spoke of it sent a shiver crawling down my spine. “How did your mother even know about something like that?” I asked softly.

I caught the sight of her exposed thigh from the slit dress she wore, and I could feel my heart racing faster. I stood up abruptly, presenting the flowers to her as a way of hiding the enormous nervousness I felt. “Sunflowers for a lady who is as beautiful and bright as the sun" “With all pleasure, sire" Natalie said, receiving the flowers. “Thank you so much Maurice, the massage, I feel better now" I kissed her hands while she smelt the flowers. “Let's eat Nat, it's getting late. Tell me about Letticia, your new friend!"

It felt like a weight was lifted off of me because off all the trouble that would be to keep dying and hiding until I died. Some people wanted nothing to do with becoming one because we weren't eternal beings. We died after a couple hundred years and drank blood like it was fine wine. Or if you were a savage that had no control of your human self my become a monster that kills anything that moves. We are usually stronger than them and take them down with no mercy. In the beginning some vampires tried to break people out of this frenzy but they never did.

That flower's core was yellow, as if it had a small, lonely sun in so much darkness. "Helleborus." Tinea said as she picked up one of the cakes with the flower on top. "One of the winter-resistant flowers, it is said that it was created because Mother Moon refused to see the precious flowers die after autumn. The Shooting Stars say that winter was born because of this mourning of the Goddess." With a fork the woman cut the cake in half, a filling so black as the flower dripped down the plate. "Many call it the 'flower that refuses to die,' but as much as its legend is beautiful, this flower is related to moments of inevitable sadness and loss, a painful memory that hurts the soul."

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

“Because anyone who comes back alive is not really alive. He will be half dead and half human.” “So immortal?” “Maybe.” “What’s wrong with that?” “Can you imagine never dying? Watching all your love ones to die and you never die. Watching them pass on in life and you never do? Life like that is wrost then death itself.” “Humph.” “So, I’m going to ask you where is the marigold flower and how are you expeimenting on it?” Empress Dowager clenched her fist tightly. “Please. I need to destroy it.”

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

It's hard for me to witness how she is trying to chase for air and how she's acting fine just for us to stop worrying about her. Sometimes, when she got tired of pretending, I would act like I need some help dealing with my thoughts just to save her from drowning with overthinking scenarios that would hurt her. I want to be there when she's happy or gloomy or just...living. i want to be the one that will make her laugh, the one that will hold her hands ,and the one she'll grow old with. I want to give her flowers everyday to show how much I adore her but I don't want to give her flowers when time comes she'll...leave, when she's sleeping inside a coffin, and never wake up again.

Truly good. I vaguely remembered his final words whispered fervently, his lips pressed over my forehead, "Hold on a little, okay . . . Please don't give up . . . Goodbye Joy . . . " Tears welled up in my eyes and a humourless laugh escaped my lips. Shaun shot a lingering look at me from across the shop, partly scared and I shook my head, dismissing his concern. I sauntered over to the bunch of colourful flowers, immersing myself in their fragrance, the petals tickling my neck. Pink, purple, yellow, white, blue, red colours flashed before me. The sweet scent of each flower made me feel dizzy. Dahlias, poppies, lilies, sunflowers, marigolds, peonies, chrysanthemums, roses . . . Roses . . . It

*Poppy* The air in the car felt heavy as we bounced along the dirt road, the rhythmic bounce of the wheels barely covering the chaos swirling in my mind. I couldn't shake the image of Dante's lifeless body, now shrouded in white silk and adorned with calla lilies and black roses. Each flower seemed to mock the tragedy, a haunting reminder of our failure. I gripped the edge of the seat, trying to steady my raging heart. The news we carried was more than just the death of a warrior; it was a ticking time bomb, threatening to ignite a war between kingdoms.