Riddle Flower Novels & Stories

A sigh left my lips and Flora who was once again making a flower crown paused, "You are not happy." "I just have a lot of things in my head." "Flower for your thought?" she let out a sweet laugh offering a dandelion. I laughed as well while shaking my head, "Have you ever heard of the red moon?" I shut my mouth instantly, what was I doing? But Flora did not seem surprised or even bothered by the mention of red moon. "It is coming," she nodded but her entire focus was on braiding the crown. I watched her thin delicate fingers move gracefully.

"See these flowers?" I looked at him and he frowned while looking at the flowers. "What's with the flowers?" I blinked. He didn't know what the symbol of the Red Spider Lily was. I just couldn't believe it, but I understood because it wasn't in the book. It was Sudanni who educated me about these flowers.

I thought he was finally out of the picture, that I'd proven to her we were the better fit. "You ran into him a few weeks ago, told him to buy me daisies instead of roses." I studied her a good long time, but I couldn't figure this riddle out to save my life. "And?" Flustered, she rubbed her arm, and the tell had worry kicking in my gut. "They're my favorite." Uh, no. Was this some kind of test? I was never good at them. "Orchids are your favorite flower, though daisies are a close second."

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Julius demanded. He had hoped for a landmark or signpost but got a different clue - Arlen was threading near a field where the Starbloom flower flourished in their numbers. That peculiar flower happened to be a treasure for one town in Cloverdale. 'Rera.' Malachai: 'What are you going to do now?' "Stop making noise; I need to think," Julius muttered. Malachai: 'Tch! What a swine...' "Aren't we all?" Julius smirked.

he asked, his youthful wonder shining through. Adam, finding joy in sharing knowledge, replied, "Well, Noah, Oleander is the name of a flower. It's a pretty white flower, but here's the interesting part: it's known for being both beautiful and toxic. People have to be careful around it because even though it looks nice, it can be harmful." Noah's eyes widened with fascination as he listened intently to Adam's explanation. "Wow, like a secret flower!" he exclaimed. Adam chuckled at Noah's enthusiasm. "Exactly, buddy. You've got a unique name, just like that special flower."

"The magic here is... it's alive." Suddenly, the forest opened up to reveal a hidden glade, a circular clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal light. At the center of the glade stood a single, enchanting Moonflower, its petals shimmering with a magical glow. The flower radiated a power that seemed to pulse with life, its light casting a mesmerizing aura over the entire glade.

"But the Trial of Fire is for the uncertain. My children are not a question. They are the answer." ​I reached into the small pouch at my waist and pulled out a handful of crushed white petals—Lunar Lily, a rare flower that only grows where the True Bride walks. I tossed them into the air. Instead of falling, they ignited in mid-air, burning with a brilliant, cool silver light that didn't smoke.

"I'll make sure to do that as soon as I'm done with this." "Okay. That will gladden my heart," I replied, maintaining the smile I had. All the fear and confusion that plagued me seemed to have just dispelled. Being with the King, and talking with him made the difference. I knew there was nothing to be afraid of, or to be afraid for. "What kind of flowers are there in Ravenhill?" King Barakar asked out of the blue. I was all smiles in my heart at the spontaneity. "Well, we have a couple of them, but my two favorite ones are the spear lilies and the red-yellow transander flower," I answered.

She ran toward it and gasped. "Middlemist Camellia!" It was one of the rarest flowers on Earth and symbolized uniqueness. Its rich pink blossoms looked almost unreal. Never in her wildest dreams had Arya imagined she would see one in person. She gently brushed her fingers over its petals, feeling their softness against her skin as though she were touching a priceless treasure. She leaned closer, bringing her nose near the flower. Its rich fragrance immediately filled her nostrils, and she couldn't help taking a few deep breaths to enjoy its scent.