Pendragon Flower Shop の小説・ストーリー

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.

Maria seethed. I blinked at her, surprised with the words she said. ‘The sales drop because I was not around? That… can’t be possible,’ I thought to myself. ‘But although Maria is loud, she will never get in trouble without any reason. It seems like the Blossom Hall really started some trouble.’ The Blossom Hall was the flower shop located beside our Eternity Flower Shop. Thus, there was always competition between the two shops, especially during the Flower Festival where the two shops always participated in the competition on who would sell the most flowers in a day.

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.

The elderly vendor, with weathered hands that spoke, held forth an exquisite piece. Intricate links of gold, meticulously wrought, formed an elegant chain that draped seamlessly, creating a delicate framework for the centerpiece. At the heart of the necklace rested a sizable blue gemstone, capturing the essence of the deep ocean in its rich hue. The gemstone, cradled within a golden setting, emanated a mesmerizing brilliance that danced with every movement. Its facets catch and refract light, creating an ever-changing play of colors that evoke a sense of desire.

she said, voice devoid of concern, as though the struggle to walk upright would be a test she was expected to pass. She walked anyway. Head high. Each step through the burning ache a refusal to be less than she was before. ∞∞∞ The Dragon Court was not a room—it was a cathedral of dominance carved into the heart of a living mountain. Obsidian walls soared into shadow, flanked by massive columns etched in gold, each rune pulsing faintly like a sleeping heartbeat. The air was thick with smoke and heat, and the scent of brimstone curled under her tongue. The floor beneath her feet was a river of black basalt veined with ruby, leading toward the raised dais like a sacrificial path.

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.