Reborn As A Big Mouth Flower Novels & Stories

They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die. Mine didn’t. All I saw was fire. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t staring at tile or blood or the faces of traitors. I was looking at a ceiling I didn’t recognize. The air smelled of expensive cologne and leather. My body felt… wrong. Heavier. Larger. My hands my hands were bigger, calloused, with veins running like rivers beneath tanned skin. Panic clawed at my throat. I stumbled to my feet, caught sight of a mirror across the room And froze. A stranger stared back. A man.

But in the quiet peace of a love reborn. --- The Kingdom Reborn: The hills surrounding the sanctuary rippled with green as the first flowers of the season stretched toward the sun. What had once been a place of confinement and fear had blossomed into a refuge, a radiant cradle of healing. The sanctuary had been renamed by the people themselves: House of Light and Mercy.

Couples with the little handy things I used to do. The scene of Rowland and in the garden and Rowland telling me the story of the flower that blooms when whispered to. The feeling of Rowland being that flower and the use of dark magic to make the flower blossom. I chuckled as I remembered Rowland's stunned expression that day. A smile spread across my face as all those scenes flashed before my eyes. The handsome Alpha really had a nice and warm side to I'm contrast with his

He leaned back in his chair, lost in thought for a long while before finally starting the car again. Kisa slept deeply; her dreams filled with a heavy silence. When she woke up, she was momentarily disoriented, staring blankly at the clouds for what felt like an eternity before realizing she was in a car. The driver's seat was empty, and the back seat was equally vacant. Her heart raced as she sat up straight, scanning the scenery outside. To her amazement, she was greeted by a breathtaking sea of flowers. It was April, and the flowers were in full, vibrant bloom. Gilbert stood in the heart of the flower field, his gaze fixed on the horizon. As she slowly stepped out of the car, she recogniz

I was feeling so sad and bad for him. “You should drink,” I take his glass and pour him a drink. He swallowed down everything in one go, his mood turning more sour, “I woke up here, in this very bedroom. Alpha Cyprian marked me inside the ambulance car and I don’t know how I managed to survive it. It was truly a miracle, my pinky finger had regenerated. And I had my shift immediately since it was also the Full Moon later that night and since that day, I quickly knew what I was without being told and I really hated it.”

I leaned against the doorframe, a slim cigarette between my fingers. Smoke blurred my face. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive from my last life still lingered. I looked at the familiar surroundings and knew with certainty I had been reborn back to this deadly night. “Have you gone mute? I’m talking to you!” Sonny strode over impatiently. The blade hidden in his sleeve pressed against my face, sliding slowly downward until it stopped at my carotid artery. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll slash up your face and throw you into the Hudson to feed the fish. You’ve already served your purpose anyway.”

"Her kidneys rotted away right after we removed them!" "Suture the wounds now!" "Dear God, we removed both kidneys. She's dying." Unbeknownst to them, my kidneys grew back right after the wounds were sewn up. A full minute passed after the ventilator stopped moving. Then, loud, greedy breathing filled the room. "Dr. Greenwood's vitals are returning! This is a miracle!" The anesthesia faded and was replaced by agonizing pain. When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by medical staff staring at me as if they had just witnessed an extinct creature return to life.

The petal screeched; a sound like nails on glass, like Marco-at-fourteen screaming under Victor’s torture, and sprouted more legs, more veins, blooming into a flower, its center a black opal eye that locked on me. Alexander fired his last round. The bullet froze, spun, and embedded in the rubble. “It’s learning our weapons!” Lila’s surviving teammate, Jenkins, blood soaking his thigh, limped forward, tossing a flare. It ignited mid-air, red light merging with the petal’s glow. The flower drank it, growing larger, petals unfurling into a maw lined with teeth made of subway tokens and wedding rings. Mamá grabbed my arm, her grip iron despite the blood. “Marco, you rewrote it once. Do it again.

A loud crash filled the air as a cabinet slammed onto my body. It hurt so badly that I awoke from my unconscious state. I had no time to worry about the sharp pains all over my body. I tried hard to figure out what was happening in front of me. Yet, the dense smoke in the air choked me and left me unable to open my eyes. I could only cover my mouth while coughing aggressively. That was when waves of pain stirred in my lower abdomen. I instinctively shielded my stomach with my arms. "My baby… Hang in there!"

She looked haggard, and her head hung low, but she wouldn't talk. I clutched my butterfly knife tightly, alarm bells ringing in my head. "What do you want?" She raised her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was a lot in her gaze. Hoarsely, she said, "Michael…" I said nothing. I assumed she wanted me to forgive Josiah and her father. And then she asked, "You've been reborn as well, haven't you?" Shocked and shaken, I started running. "I-I won't hurt you!" said Hazel quickly.