Pace Blossom Novels & Stories

Forty thousand years after the Omega’s chains, creation itself had become an endless garden of desire. In the Blooming Sanctum, a vast chamber where living flowers the size of trees opened and closed in rhythm with the orgy, Vespera Voss Kane stood at the center of a bed of glowing petals. Her silver hair spilled across the soft blooms. Emerald constellations across her skin flared brighter than ever, tracing sensual patterns over her breasts, hips, and dripping thighs. Her mates surrounded her, cocks hard and glistening.

He then asked in a hushed tone, "Out of these three, who will you choose to save?" "Lila!" they exclaimed together. The icy spears pierced through my sister and me, blood spurted from our wounds, and we nearly passed out from the pain. Just then, an elder from the Celestial Realm intervened. "God of Water! God of Fire! Stop this madness! These two are the Twin Flowers of Chaos. Their death will unleash chaos, and the world will be no more! The two of you are their husbands; how can you forsake them? Think of the greater good."

She selected one, her fingers tracing the intricate pattern of a coiled serpent. "I have a new task for you, Anya," she said, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone. "A task that requires a certain… delicacy." She opened the box. Inside, nestled on a bed of black velvet, was a single, dried flower. It was a small, unassuming thing, a pale blue blossom with delicate, star-shaped petals. But its scent was faintly sweet, with a subtle, cloying undertone that spoke of something unnatural.

But it wasn't his presence that made my breath catch completely. In his large, calloused hand, he was holding a single, beautiful flower. Its petals were a deep, vibrant crimson, glowing vividly against the gray stone of the palace. It was a frost-bloom, a rare and delicate flower that only grew on the highest, most dangerous peaks along the northern boundary line. Cassian stepped away from the wall, his dark eyes locking onto mine as he closed the distance between us. He held the crimson flower out to me, a small, uncharacteristic softness touching his lips.

It was like we were completely invisible. April, what is going on? I whispered in our mind. She whined, taking a step toward them. I thought they would follow me into the mist. Can they not see us? As she walked forward, my eyes dropped to the forest floor. A small, vibrant purple flower grew right by her front paw. Stop! I yelled. April, look down. That purple flower. That is wolfsbane. But not the mutated strain the hunters use. That is the original celestial strain. The books say it has been extinct for three hundred years. It only grows in the Moon Goddess’s realm.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Iris came upstairs to find her old childhood room. It was the same as when she had left. There was nothing much that had changed except the window. The curtain was changed and she could tell it was his father's Choice. The room had the same familiar smell and old warmth which she missed a lot. Placing her bag inside the room she climbed on the bed to lie down. Looking at the ceiling she could see those old neon stars she had plastered long back. At the night hour, they were her constant companion. She made a whole new sky to watch before falling asleep.

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”