Pendragon Flower Shop Novels & Stories

The pain split her in two, she struggled for air. “Crown.” She heard the man call. ‘No. Please, no—Gods please.’ “Did I mention that this dagger was made from Dragon Bone?” the leader said. “And not any dragon,” he added. “It was made from the bones of the Ice Dragon, so if you are trying to heal yourself, there is no point really.” He grinned. “My dagger is draining you from your magic with every stab.” Magnolia sobbed as she prayed. She watched the man she loved on the verge of death. The knife stabbed Daniel again and his cry was deafening.

Aside from that Alesteria also wore a brooch of the merchants’ association, so that her identity won't be questioned if she were to come across some imperial knights. 'Unless I visit Ich, he would definitely recognize me right away.' She thought as she clicked her tongue, knowing well this would happen. Alesteria walked past various flower stores and saw one that catches her eyes, a beautiful white flower with golden specks on the center matches her outfit for the day. "Greetings, young lady!" A vendor suddenly greeted Alesteria as she walked along, smiling at her. "Would you like this flower? They are for free!" Alesteria, being in a good mood that she is, smiled and greeted back.

I had to stand to even open the large cover of the book when I opened it more beautiful letters appeared to be writing by themselves right before my eyes "The complete collection of all Pendragon lineage" My eyes went wide as I felt the pages were warm to my touch all of the words in this book were about dragons, Not just any dragons every single dragon the protectors of Magic essence. Each Dragon had their own page with specific information about them, Along with a family tree. There was a whole section explaining what Aurora Dragons were and another entire section on Stygian Dragons. Azar Pendragon was the first male dragon and he had a son named Devlin but what caught my attention the mos

I felt giddy all of a sudden, a swarm of butterflies flying throughout me. "Wait here a second." He put me down, making sure I was standing firm on my feet before letting go. His chest glowed red and then small embers flew from his mouth. The embers made the flowers come to life. The petals were a red orange and the center glowed with a yellow fire. They were absolutely beautiful. "What are they?" I asked. "Dragon Lilies. We are the only ones that can make them come to life like this." He grabbed both my hands, raising them up and kissing them both.

A symphony of sounds surrounded me — the rhythmic clinking of metalware, the lively calls of vendors promoting their products, and the laughter of patrons haggling for the best deals. Amid the vibrant cacophony, a gentle yet persuasive voice rose above the rest like a melodic refrain. "This would look lovely on you, my dear." Intrigued, I turned to face the source, discovering an elderly woman with a presence that transcended the bustling marketplace. The stall she managed was a veritable treasure trove, adorned with a dazzling array of beautiful jewelry. Diamonds sparkled like captured starlight, and gemstones winked with a rainbow of colors. The elderly vendor, with weathered hands that sp

The Florist’s Haven The bell above the shop door chimed softly, its delicate ring blending with the fragrance of roses, lilies, and freshly cut lavender. Elena knelt behind the counter, arranging a bouquet of ivory tulips with the steady hands of someone who had turned flowers into an art form. Her little shop on the corner was her pride a place where beauty lived untouched by the chaos of the world. Outside, Lagos buzzed with impatient horns and hurried footsteps, but inside Bloom & Grace, time slowed. The world here was soft, fragrant, and safe.

After hanging up, I followed the map toward Silverbrook. Silverbrook climbed up the hillside, its cobblestone streets packed with little shops selling local crafts and handmade nougat. The crowds kept bumping into me, so I stopped at a small flower-crown stand run by an older woman. She wove fresh gardenias with tiny white flowers I didn't recognize. The scent was almost too much. I bought one for fifteen bucks and put it on. She adjusted it on my head and smiled. "Here by yourself?" I nodded.

Dexter’s POV I bought it from the corner shop on the way home. Not from a florist, from the small corner shop two blocks from the building that sold everything from batteries to birthday cards to slightly overpriced fruit. There was a bucket of flowers by the door, the way there always was, and the sunflowers were at the front of it. Yellow and large and turned toward the light coming through the shop window in the particular way that sunflowers always did. I stopped when I saw them.

Prince Arquen got amazed and ended up buying two to himself. "How about this white flower here?" Prince Arquen ask again the salesman curiously, "Ah...this one is a moonflower, this flower only glows when the moon is up, this glows like the light of the moon" the salesman explained happily. And Prince Arquen got amazed again and bought three for himself. "Wow...the taura kingdom is so wonderful and so amazing, so many incredible things to see and to discover. I am glad I decided to come to check this kingdom out today," Prince Arquen said, walking around looking everywhere like a tourist from another place.

"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.