Quest Blooming Panic Novels & Stories

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."

The most beautiful smell of honey and peaches invading all of my senses. Gripping me in every way Mate! Mate! Get mate! I felt my eyes shifting darker, I could smell her, and when I looked further up the staircase I could see her. My little mate. Blossom's POV "Come on we'll be late!" Quinn practically screamed at me "Why do you even care? You already have a mate... what are you getting out of tonight?" I asked as I pinned my hair up in the mirror. She was sat on the bed, putting her blue heels on, her white dress flowing over the edge of the covers.

Bloom pov "You are pregnant," I look at him in disbelief. I can't believe im finding out I'm pregnant from my own mate. How am I not the first person to not know that I'm freaking PREGNANT! . Maddox seems to sense my panicking thoughts and decides to calm me down immediately. He places his calloused and smooth hands on my arm and rubs slow smooth circles to ease my turmoil. "Bloom ,"he speaks softly with his green eyes focused on me .

After an hour-long call, she jotted down all the details on her notepad. “Shit, shit, shit.” She groaned and slammed her head in stress. "Now what?" "I agreed to send the order, but we are short on tulips. You know it's not Tulip season, but they wanted it." "It's okay, let's check our farm. I am sure we will get something; if not, we will buy from another florist," Blaise said to give her some hope, resting her hand on the table. "But... it's a big order of..."

The first signs of spring arrived with a violence that shocked them both. On a morning in mid-March, when the last of the winter snow still clung to the conservatory's glass ceiling, Iris woke to find the Genesis Bloom blazing with light so intense it hurt to look at directly. The ancient plant's consciousness was practically screaming across the supernatural network, its voice carrying a mixture of triumph and terror that made her blood race. "Something's happening," she gasped, shaking Damien awake with hands that trembled with more than just residual sleep. "The garden... it's changing."

POV: Beatrice The stems of my bouquet bent beneath my grip, each step down the aisle tightening my hold until the fragile blooms threatened to break. The sight before me was every bit as pristine as the planners had intended: white chairs perfectly aligned, delicate flowers swaying in the ocean breeze, and a makeshift altar framed by the endless horizon. Yet, for all its beauty, the scene felt hollow, each detail mocking me with its cheerful façade.

Caleb strode into the flower shop, urgency etched on his face as he scanned the vibrant throng of blossoms that crowded the small space. The scent of fresh-cut stems mingled with the earthy hint of damp soil—a stark contrast to the emotional storm clouding his thoughts. He exhaled, trying to steady his racing heart. "Please, I need your help," he said, locking eyes with the florist, who was trimming the thorns off roses with a practiced hand, her movements precise and almost violent in their efficiency.

The pulse beneath her skin surged like electricity. A whisper tickled her ear. Not a sound. Just a pressure in her bones. Bloom. She ripped her hand back like it burned. Her phone buzzed, the vibration a violent shock in the quiet room. Jules: Still feeling it? Aria: Worse. Two more petals bloomed. It’s changing again. Jules: Meet at the market. Let’s see if anyone else’s reacting. Niko’s already there. She hesitated, then typed: Aria: On my way.

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

Only time could tell. As I prepared himself with the Moonbloom, it left a growing feeling of unease inside his stomach. What if something went horribly wrong? What if the monster was beyond handling? I managed to shove those thoughts aside and focus on what needed considering now: the Moonbloom was a shy flower, its petals an insipid ghostly blue color, endued with the subtle facility to attract some of the most reclusive beasts. I placed the flower carefully in a small, intricately carved box. Then I closed his eyes and began to breathe in slowly and deeply, praying to the moon goddess to make this plan a success.