Reborn As A Big Mouth Flower นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"That's impossible... I saw him..." "Saw what?" I pushed the door open and walked into the office. Gauze was still wrapped around my forehead, but my eyes were clear. "Saw my father and I trapped in the fire?" Senna's head snapped up, her eyes filled with disbelief. "You... How..." I let out a cold laugh and came to a stop beside Maggie. "Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too."

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

They were both about to stand up, but then, right beneath Morvienne's knee, a tiny, vibrant spark of green broke through the ash. Morvienne gasped. She watched, frozen, as a single, brilliant white flower pushed its way through the dead soil, blooming in a matter of seconds. Then another appeared near Kael's hand. Then ten. Then hundreds. The flowers spread like a wildfire of color, rushing across the grey plains in a wave of white, gold, and deep crimson. Within minutes, the barren wasteland was transformed into a sea of blossoms, the scent of a thousand flowers rising up to fill the air, erasing the smell of ash and death.

She ate the flower – made edible as Catarina had explained by Catarina's lab work to cultivate edible flowers, bark, and roots, alongside the fruits and vegetables, to extend the Ikapati Tribe's life and stop the terrorizing of her half-brother Eduardo's sector, the Night Clan, from feasting on human babies. The sampaguita misted the air, sweet and crunchy, and Catarina's blood tasted violaceous. It was bittersweet like cacao, with a hint of Key Lime and honey. Suddenly, all of Rose's scars, bruises, and cuts from scrabbling up Domminga Mountain with Ambrosio earlier and the harsh bus ride to Mindanao were healed instantly. Rose flexed her hand, where a thorn had pierced her. Instead, clean

held healing properties, its waters glowing with a soft, ethereal light. "Our world slowly healed from the wounds of war, the Divine Being imbued the land with a fraction of its essence, giving rise to the Flower of Eternity. This mystical bloom burst forth from our world, its petals shimmering with stardust and its scent filling the air with the sweetness of forgotten memories. The flower's energy infused the soils, sea and skies, sparking a new era of evolution that unfolded like a tapestry of wonder." The voice said.

The brackish water was pushed out, replaced by the life-giving flow from the mountains. The change was immediate. The dead air stirred. The oppressive silence cracked. And then, the statue of the singer moved. It was subtle at first. A tiny piece of salt and stone fell from her cheek. Then another. A network of hairline cracks spread across her form. She wasn't turning back into a living woman. That was impossible. But she was turning back into what she was meant to be—a part of the world. The stone of her body softened, becoming porous and warm. From the cracks, green shoots emerged—a tough, salt-resistant sea grass, and then, a cascade of tiny, white flowers that smelled of the ocean breez

Please, please, please…. It is getting darker and darker, I quickly run back to the hill and look down, and I am able to catch it right before the sunset. There is no human behind the trees, of course. There is only a giant weird ugly flower, at least 2-meter tall, mouth in the center of the pistil with shark-like teeth awakening as the sun goes down. I lost words. How could the flower talk? How could those creature exist? There is another fact I know for sure; I am the prey in this forest. A flower could easily trap and kill me.

Baby Zetty was already staking all of her courage in one throw when she spat out the words, “Old man, you should be turning over a new leaf and making a fresh start. Perhaps you’ll become a good person when you’re reborn.” The living fossil extended his arm, and there was a huge black pill on his palm. He smiled at her wretchedly and said, “Do you know what medicine this is?” Baby Zetty stared at the pill without speaking. She could tell that the pill’s side effects should be potent from the living fossil’s face. Just as she had expected, the living fossil said, “This was the medicine that Mister injected into my body back then. Once you take this, you’ll become just like me.”

I just had to dedicate the time to explain that I wasn't their Alpha's wife. It was still hard to believe that I was alive. And now that I was staring at the mirror, clad in clean clothes, I was more than shocked. My hair was dark, and this one was blonde. These features were sharper. Bolder. I didn't have my brown eyes anymore. I was now staring back at blue frosty ones. My hands flew to my mouth immediately. I was shaking all over. “What is this?” I whispered. “Your second chance,” a voice in my head whispered. “You are now Alara.”

When I look down I notice my flower has came back to life quicker than Aphrodite's flower. "You did it." She screeches and pulls me into a bone crushing hug. "If you want to heal a person you have to change flower to the person's name. And you'll slowly watch them heal." She says as she lets go of me. "But never use it to bring back anyone who is dead. That is resurrection. It's against the law to bring the dead back." She adds as she looks me directly in my eyes. I nod my head I am understanding what she is explaining.