Quest Blooming Panic Novels & Stories

The Retiro in April is exactly what she promised. The cherry trees (cerezos en flor — cherry blossoms, a relatively recent tradition in Madrid's parks that has grown in popularity partly due to Japanese cultural influence and partly because Madrid's springs are genuinely spectacular when the trees cooperate) along the north end of the park produce the specific kind of beauty that requires no commentary — the kind that makes people stop mid-sentence and look. Ethan stops mid-sentence and looks, which she finds satisfying in the particular way of someone whose descriptions have been trusted enough to act on.

Liquidation is absolute. ​"The Apex Bloom is entering its third phase," Franco announced, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "The physical trials are over. The psychological games are over. Phase Three is total, unmitigated betrayal." ​The heavy steel doors that led back to the living quarters slammed shut with a deafening boom. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow.

I developed Bloom Syndrome. I was sitting at my workstation with a face mask on, my throat constantly itching as I coughed up another cluster of flowers. The rich, provocative scent drifted from the petals. It was the kind of smell teenage boys knew all too well. Bradford pear blossoms again. I had researched everything I could find about this rare, ancient affliction. Without a kiss from someone who truly understood my heart in the next three months, I would keep coughing flowers until I died.

Riverbourne, Calvia. Bruce hit the rose garden at dawn—only to find a field of ash. The gardener was sweeping up nearby and looked up. "Mr. Jerkinson? You're up early." Bruce stormed over. "What the hell happened? Where are the roses?" He yanked the guy by the collar. "I was gone a few months. You torch them or something? Do you even know what those meant to Suri? What I put into them?" "Easy, sir! It wasn't us—your wife told us to clear them out. She lit the fire herself."

“I thought if I stayed still long enough, the moonflowers would bloom just for me.” Damon’s expression shifted—something soft, unguarded, in a way I hadn’t seen before. He just listened. “They always bloomed for her,” I added. “Never for me.” “They’re blooming now,” he said. And when I looked around, they were. Every petal opened wide in the warmth of the greenhouse. Blooming just for us. Damon moved first, slowly, like he was afraid to frighten me. Like I was in slow motion, I placed my palm in his. His hand dwarfed mine.

So I had to be extra careful. I waited for them to leave completely. Once the front door shut, I pulled out a small vial. After making sure there were no eyes around, I put a few drops of Golden Bloom into the pancake batter. “Andrew!!!” my wolf’s voice banged in my ears. “What the hell are you doing?” “Relax… Charlotte won’t be harmed. Golden Bloom only caused some hallucinations. No other side effects. I just needed a little drop to help with my act.”

The next morning, Bianca heard the aunties downstairs gossiping, saying that a scapegoat with a grudge against roses had arrived, and every rose grown for miles around had been bought by him at high prices, and he had even paid them to promise never to plant these flowers again, even going as far as to force them to monitor the entire neighbourhood to ensure that these flowers would never appear again, all for a high price. Bianca knew it was Frost's doing, he was afraid that these flowers would cause her allergies, and Bianca couldn't help but look up at the 108th floor again. Bianca's life returned to normal, attending classes and live-streaming every day,

“Take, you’ll need it.” I took it as I didn’t want to seem rude. “One more thing Rachel, let me see your hand.” I stretched my hand to her, and she took it and inspected my skin, “A seed can be dry and wrinkled, but that wouldn’t stop it from growing into a beautiful flower. Only that something is delaying your blooming Rachel, I don’t know what it is, but you must find it, and stop it,” she said in a low and scary tone. It’s definitely creepy so after saying thanks, I drew my hands back and fled the place, heading for the cafe.

When a flower blooms the unmerciful cannot stand still and treasure it. It drives them insane to see the flower sprout and grow with warmth and beauty so they crush it. They stomp their feet upon the flower killing it and its seed. Just like Deimos who crushed my heart. He not only crushed my heart but the seed that bloomed with hope and dreams along with it.

Sakshi’s POV.... No... not again…… I am not going to listen to the whole of that lecture on punctuality again. Not at all. I am damn sure if this time I am caught being late then I am not going to make out of it. Hey hi… must be wondering who am I??? what am I mumbling???? Who is going to lecture me??? Etc. etc.