Reborn As A Big Mouth Flower Novels & Stories

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.”

James asked, “What was the Supernatural Power performed by Emperor Jabari?” The Spirit Tool answered truthfully, “Emperor Jabari looked for Yukia Dearnaley all his life. That was why he traversed countless ancient ruins. Coincidentally, he came across a withered Sacred Blossoom. The Sacred Blossom has long its power and can no longer blossom. Regardless, as a Sacred Blossom, it still contained incredible power. Emperor Jabari entered a closed-door meditation beneath the Sacred Blossom and created a Forbidden Art called ‘Blossoming’. However, ‘Blossoming’ was incomplete as Emperor Jabari only had a fundamental comprehension of the Five Great Paths, let alone the bizarre Karma Path. That’s why

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.

Then suddenly— I crash onto solid ground. “Ow!” Pain shoots through my back, I groan and sit up and the sight before me steals the breath from my lungs, the most beautiful garden I have ever seen stretches endlessly around me. Flowers bloom in colors I've never seen before, crystal streams flow through emerald grass, golden butterflies dance through the air and everything glows with life. Then something moves and my attention snaps forward, a creature emerges from a hole directly ahead and my jaw nearly drops. A dragon, like an actual dragon, huge and beautiful, its scales shimmer beneath the sunlight, eyes glow with ancient intelligence.