Never Dying Flowers Novels & Stories

My vision blurred as I slowly faded away. In my final moments, I caught one last glimpse of the flowers he had placed before my grave. White hyacinths—symbols of unspoken love...

Another: “You’ve always been good at pretending.” Then came the flowers. Not the kind you send with affection. These had meanings—black dahlias, dead roses, calla lilies dyed red. Each bouquet was accompanied by a card with another message, more chilling than the last. “You can’t bury the truth.” “I know what you did.” “You’re not safe yet.”

He'd forgotten that he, too, used to treasure her, and yet, he was the one who abandoned her in the end. He'd forgotten way too many things, and this was his retribution now. "W-what are you saying?" Layla stepped back in disbelief, tears gushing from her eyes. "The middle notes of this perfume are rose and sandalwood," Eric said. "You said that you were deathly allergic to roses. But if that were the case, then why haven't you been having any allergic reactions when you've been wearing this every day?" Layla's eyes widened in disbelief as her face paled, her delicate makeup somewhat distorted by the terror on her face.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

In her hand, is a gorgeous bouquet with flowers so beautiful you can’t look away. Gasps litter the room as everyone takes in the flowers. I look around confused at the reaction. “Oh my God, these flowers are from ‘Ivy’s Blooms’!” A girl runs towards the woman and hovers over them. When she turns to look back at me, her expression has changed from contempt to awe. “These flowers are infused with a certain kind of magic and they never die. They always stay fresh. Ivy’s Blooms only creates a handful of bouquets each year and only the elite of the elite folks are able to get their hands on this. Normal people can’t even walk in their shop!”

Wouldn’t that be truly remarkable? She climbed onto the bed and slipped under the sheets, and the flowers nestled around her, snuggling into her hair and the curves of her body like warm children, and there she fell asleep. It had been such an exhausting day. Eddie pulled up a chair and watched her, unable to bear the idea of touching those flowers. They bared their fangs and snapped at him, but slid their delicate petals soothingly over the gashes on Bryony’s white face and arms. When she dies, “she’ll look just like this. I will fill her casket with all of the flowers it can hold, and they will love her and she will love them, and she will not be alone.

There’s only so much that people can take before they need a break and peace. I stop walking to admire the flowers. They’re new, they’re like lilies, but they have petals that are multicoloured like a rainbow. While their centres are a speckled purple, a deep plum and lilac. They have to be my mother's doing. I lean forwards to smell them, they oddly smell like lemon grass. “I call them èternelles,” my Mama says from behind me, making me jump. “They are beautiful, I’m happy that you’ve found joy in singing again. Alpha Reece is good for you,” I tell her, my hand over my heart.

Sibyl’s POV A breeze came and I smelled a very nice scent. The smell was light, mixed with the scent of roses and Lily of the valley, and a hint of post-rain grass. I sniffed, OH, it also has the smell of the Phoenix Flower. The Phoenix Flower is a nearly extinct flower. It is very strict with the temperature, light and humidity of the living environment, so it is difficult for them to survive. But their flowers are extremely beautiful and give off a fascinating smell.

I said to him and I turned to Sushi, who was now at the entrance of the tunnel and didn't seem to want to step toward me. "Don't worry, the flower is not poisonous. But it is poisonous to other creatures. It has a different effect on immortals." He answered me. "Do you want to know?" "Yes." I quickly answered him. Everyone wants to know what the effect of this plant is. "The plants that surround us are called Lycoris Radiata. The flower of death. It foresees the death of a being. It does not live in another place, it only grows here. So this flower, time to grow somewhere else—that means someone's going to die." He answered me that I inhaled. I felt like I lost my breath because of the infor

The flowers arrived at sunset. White lilies. Funeral flowers in a wedding box. No one admitted bringing them. They appeared at the temple gate while the survivors were lighting evening incense. The card was written in English. For Ava Monroe, who remembers enough to come home. Daniel Hart. Ava read it once.