Pendragon Flower Shop Novels & Stories

As the sun climbed steadily across the sky, the spires of Asterin’s royal palace finally came into view, glittering like a crown upon the cliffs that overlooked the emerald forests and silver rivers below. The three riders guided their dragons into a smooth descent, the massive wings stirring the morning mist into dancing swirls above the palace gardens. With a final beat of powerful wings, Aragon, Onyx, and Sapphire touched down gracefully just beyond the palace gates.

I requested. "And how would you want it to be? Or perhaps do you want to check the one we have in store?" he asked. "Yes, I would love that," I replied, and he led the way. My eyes raked over the pendants he set out for me. He kept giving explanations of how beautiful they are. I stopped when I saw a silver necklace that had a petal-shaped pendant with a diamond in it. "This is called lotus flower, a rare pendant made by Carlisle," he introduced. I knew the craftsman, a very popular man who is known for his artistry skills, and also this pendant reminded me of my mate's wolf.

"My decision is made, Grace. I am not letting her go. Not anymore." Before Grace could reply, Mr. Hudson’s voice echoed from the front of the shop. "Adrian! Come over here quickly!" Mr. Hudson exclaimed, waving them over. Adrian and Grace walked back to the main counter. A store employee had just wheeled out a fresh, beautiful batch of flowers from the back delivery truck. Adrian’s eyes widened as he looked at them. They were stunning, vibrant hydrangeas mixed with fresh lavender. The soft colors and the gentle, calming scent filled the air instantly.

The tips of the petals are jagged as if spike and are a bright yellow. “They call it a sanguine rose. They are a flower that exist nowhere else in the world because they are made by dragons. In a video game called Skyrim they were used as a signal of aid for a time in the game. For us dragons we have interpreted them as a call for help. Another way to need aid if you will” I tell her as I move closer. Removing just one from the long entangled stems I hand it to her. “The best part is that they themselves need a little aid before they can show their true beauty.” Talking is not touching.

Anyway, he also needed to find a place to spend money to buy things. “Great! Thank you, Master David,” Beanie chirped. “By the way, Ms. Nacht, are you selling the corpse of the beast you bought in Crow City? It seems to be called Silver Flood Dragon, right?” David asked. Back then, he had watched Beanie buy the Silver Flood Dragon. The Silver Flood Dragon was the little snake that David punched to death when he first came to The Spirit Cage. “That’s not all I’m selling.” Beanie shook her head.

"I'm here. Tell me." "Fine, fine. Feisty, ain't ya?" Drogo winks at her. "They are in the mountains in the north of Danyrus. We keep them in The Dragon's Belly. You won't get there easily. You need a dragon shifter to enter. My Queen, I have something to confess. I was instructed to guide you their-to deliver you straight to Paiste. After meeting you, my conscience can't allow me to do so. I am a dragon of fertility and won't go against my nature." Drogo bows. "My apologies, Queen, for the pain I have caused, the sleepless nights you have suffered worried about your friend and mate. Allow me to assist you..."

It helped that there was nobody else here. Denver wandered through, taking in the pottery, the textiles, the paintings, the carvings, noting the wide and varied selection. Tiny placards explained, in elegant, looping calligraphy, that all were locally sourced from artists and craftsmen of the region. Mixed in with the photographs, the sculptures, the glass, were fresh flowers and plants of all kinds - a seamless blending of the two halves of her business. He could see how somebody might see that vase and immediately want the cluster of whatever those purplish pink flowers were inside it. A girlie somebody anyway, which was her target demographic. As Denver was neither, he found the shortest

Everybody looked down with disappointment as Helen requested that she explained what this object was. “The pendant, forged from the rarest of flowers and a vial of silver blood and there is only one in existence at least for now,” Miranda explained. For now? I raised a questioning brow. Ava voiced my question, “What do you mean for now?” “I mean the Dactyls clove flower is one of the most rare and precious flowers out there, it can only be found once in a blue moon and only grows in secluded areas where only a few have access to, assuming they found it.”

The lavish decorations, the rose petals strewn all over the place, and the magnificent photo of her and Liam hanging on the wall of the living room. "My goodness! Only King Pendragon would be capable of something like this! How generous of him to give a mansion of this size as a wedding gift?" "Look at those rose petals! These aren't normal roses, you know. They're a special species called the Sovereign Rose, and are among the most expensive roses in the world! A single petal costs thousands of dollars!" "Goodness! There are too many petals to count here, it must have cost a fortune! I'm so jealous of Celena!"

The waitress at the flower shop immediately took out a large, beautifully arranged bouquet of white tulips. Xander's hand took out his credit card, waiting for payment. Suddenly, his hand was touched by someone, making Xander surprised. He turned his head and saw a fairly old woman coming towards him. "Xander, is it you, son?" "Mommy Camellia, I didn't expect you to come and see me." Xander immediately recognized the main character, who was the founder of this flower shop. "Of course, son, how could I forget you my son Peter's best friend?" Camellia's hand was still touching Xander's arm, even though it was shaking.