Red Spider Lily Field Novels & Stories

I smiled nervously. Caspian rolled his eyes and offered me his hand, “Oh come on, Natalia. Do you trust me or not?” To answer that question I gave him my hand and I entered the door with him by my side. What I saw took my breath away. I gasped. “OH MY GOD!” these were the only words that came out of my mouth as I let my gaze wander on the field of the baby blue eye flowers, the other name of it is Nempophila.

Groaning. That’s when an ethereal scent wafted into my senses, consuming all my sorrow and darkness in an instant. Steadying my breath, I opened my eyes. Glowing bluish-silver butterflies fluttered across my vision. I sat up in a sea of blue blooms stretching endlessly in every direction. And I knew I was dreaming because this place existed only in my dreams. The Healing Valley behind my palace was a failed attempt to recreate this place. Because I could never remember the details of this dream or the color of the flowers when I woke up. And the only flowers that survived hell’s soil were the spider lilies.

As we approached the field, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The landscape transformed into a picturesque sight—a vast expanse adorned with vibrant colors. The field itself was a breathtaking sight to behold. Rows upon rows of flowers swayed gently in the breeze, a mesmerizing display of colors—deep purples, vibrant yellows, and soft pinks—all harmoniously blending together. Benches were strategically placed around, inviting people to sit. At the front, a small stage stood proudly, hinting at the evening's entertainment. Tents dotted the area.

It was still very early. One of the lily spirits floated over to me. “I know you. You give us spores.” I reached over to shake the closest fern bush. “I need help. Something strange is happening.” “Something strange,” the lily spirit agreed, darting through the air to catch spores.

So she could see this spacious area without difficulty. Lilly smiled very happily as she could see everything. In the middle of this open field, there is a small lake. It looks like the clear water is sprinkled with crystals under the moonlight. Several wide lotus leaves covered some of the water surface and Lilly could see the beautiful lotus flowers there.

I had been so sure I would never forgive either if them for what they did to me, but only a wave of butterflies collided in my belly when I looked at the row of dandelions and purple lilies lined against the wall. How did they know I liked dandelions? I could tell the sunflowers were from Laziel. Something about its slow lazy beauty reminded me of the elite shifter. Ronan must have gotten the pristine white spider lilies. Of all the four, he was the perfectionist. The most mysterious. “That has to be from the Alpha. Red bougainvillea. Outlandish, and yet, reserved, just like him,” I chuckled, pointing out the wooden pot on the side of the big window that was overflowing with bougainvillea.

This would take a while to complete, but it wasn’t difficult. The next herb was Red Spider Flower. As far as Zen recalled, he never saw this herb. Thankfully, the details of where he could find this was safely recorded in the Foraging Encyclopaedia. There was a little dread when Zen realised he had to head to the woods to find this. It would not be difficult to harvest this flower, but the woods were swarming with blue slimes with sleep spell effects.

As for the Red Spider Lily… A reporter walked toward Charmine and inquired curiously, “Ms. Jordan, may I ask if this is truly a Red Spider Lily? Is there such a gigantic Red Spider Lily in the world?” “Yeah, I have to thank a friend for this. She invited me to the forest yesterday, and I discovered this gigantic Red Spider Lily by accident,” Charmine’s red lips shifted into a small smile as she answered elegantly. At Moonlight Shore, Waverly happened to have overheard the live stream someone was playing. Hearing Charmine’s reply, she felt anger bursting out from her chest.

Some are labeled with what the contents of the file is about, some are just filled with pictures with labels. “For some reason, I like spider lilies.” Crystal spoke, her eyes trailing over to the large variety of roses, lilies, and other blooming variants but none caught her eye. She could only remember the spider lilies which she would often draw as a child. “Spider lilies? That’s an odd preference, although, it is said to be poisonous.” He spoke, concern written over his features, his eyes grazing from the papers, onto Crystal’s eyes, which seemed glassy with clouded thoughts.

But it wasn’t just like the fields that were outside of the estate. Instead of green, it was purple. I gasped at the ocean of lavender beyond us. Rows and rows of lavender plants, venturing all the way to the horizon, going on for so long my eyes could not detect it. The sun glowed on the plants through a willow, and it made them even more vivid in color. I had ever seen something so beautiful; my gardens paled in comparison. “This is the lavender field from my childhood,” Aldrich said, leading me through one of the rows. Before us lay a blanket topped with a picnic basket, two wine glasses, and a bottle of red.