Never Dying Flowers Novels & Stories

the lady left. Camille took the flower and her eyes widened out at the type of flower it was. Chrysanthemum flower. “Isn’t this a funeral flower?! Who—who dare!” Irene yelled out. A letter was between the flower, Camille took it out and read out the words on it, “Rest in death for an Eternity, Camille Guevara.” Camille breathed heavily, the letter slipped away from her hand. Who could have sent a death note? Who—

Lennon looked at Frederick in shock. He once read about the Imperishable Flower in an ancient book. As the name implied, it was a flower that would never decay. According to the records, the Imperishable Flower took a thousand years to grow. It remained in bloom for a thousand years before withering for another thousand years. After three thousand years, its life cycle would be complete, and it would start growing again. "I believe so. I conducted a test once by comparing descriptions left by different people in the past. These people neither knew each other nor had any connection. However, they described basically the same thing."

I also have realized that I brought the wrong flowers, the flowers that were not mine. The Flowers of Death.

The vampire chuckled as she saw them. “Really? Lavender sunflowers?” She asked. I nodded. “Also known as the Dead Man’s flower. Powerful enough to hide any scent known to man.” She scoffed and shook her head. “Impressive, but still. You’re wasting your time,” she said. She tried to wriggle free from the chains once more and then burnt her, the sizzling sound splitting the silence. She groaned in anger. “Son of a….” “Ah ah ahhhh,” I said, waving my finger.

Dante's POV "I'll take white roses, lilies, yellow carnations… and black dahlias. All dried, not fresh," I said as I stepped into the flower shop, dressed in an all-white outfit, a complete opposite of what I was feeling. It was the same thing I wore every year and the only thing that still felt right on this day. The florist's smile wavered, her eyes flicked between my list and my expression, as if trying to understand what kind of person paired sunshine with mourning—and wanted the pieces dead.

he said while facing me. "I'm not mad at you Ryan" I said before kissing his cheek. "Let's go meet my mother" he smiled sadly. We got the flowers and trekked through the freshly trimmed grass until we reached a black headstone with a pile of completely dead and withered away flowers on it. The headstone was polished and sparkled in some angles. Estefania Fantozzi Saunders 1967-97 Rest in peace our beautiful angel Ryan took off the dead flowers and placed the beautiful new ones on her grave.

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."

Deliberately, carefully, with skill and sustained effort. And underneath it, held so tightly it was barely present, held the way you held something at the bottom of a current with both hands and all your weight, something else entirely. Something that smelled of open ground after rain and running cold water and the particular clean-iron scent that belonged to a bloodline with significant age in it. Not warm-blooded. Not the human register. Something older than both, something that had been here before the categories existed and had continued regardless. I pulled back and looked at her face.

"I found a flower inside it. Jeniece had mentioned it to me before, and I suspect she placed it there to cause this chaos. This flower is known as the bloom of the dead! It appears as a yellow flower bud that only blooms in the presence of someone who has passed away. It absorbs the essence of death from the deceased and disperses it, resulting in the death of an equal number of individuals as the number of petals it possesses. This is exactly what happened that evening, but what disturbs me is the death of the crows afterward. I wonder what caused it," she expressed her doubts. "That bitch is truly testing my patience!" I furrowed my brow in frustration.

A girl named Shira asked. " Tonight. Xander will be transformed in three weeks time. I will arrange your marriage with him so that I can save our kind." " This is good news,my queen. I can't wait to become Xander's bride."She happily left the throne room. Shira is a vampire. She is 100 years old but the fact that vampire doesn't age made her look like a teenager. Queen Kate and her father had been friends for ages. This friendship could have led to marriage but along the line Kate fell in love with a human.