Riddle Flower Novels & Stories

She winked and watched the jaw dropped look on her face as she inspected the flowers. “For me? Who would send me flowers?” She searched for a label or note, but found none. Daniella looked more excited than her. “Not just any flower, Brynne. Someone’s sent you red camellias!” Brynne gave her a confused look. “What’s so special about them?” “Don’t you know what they symbolize?” Brynne shook her head. She only knew about roses. “Passion, desire!” gasped Daniella, watching her friend with amusement. “I’m sure your mysterious hook-up from last night might have sent it.”

"Ah. So you can see what is in me if you want to?" "It does not work that way. I can only see what you show me." I am looking around again, it is then I notice the drawing of a flower carved on each wooden sides of the mirrors. That flower. It is familiar, I have seen it before. "What's the name of that flower?" Carla follows my gaze. "Oh that? That's the queen of the night flower. It is from it that the energy of the reflection was first extracted. It is a very uncommon flower and not just anyone can possess it."

Jenna asked curiously. “Yes, these are dahlia flowers. Didn't you know?” I asked in wonder because she was the one who was giving it to me. “Oh, Master Bradon was the one who asked me to give this to you. I'm not very knowledgeable about flowers, so I didn't know these were the dahlia flowers. I only know more of the common flowers like roses, sunflowers, tulips and such,” she replied before smiling at me. Why would Bradon want to give me this?

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

I shut the door of the flower shop at his face. I headed straight for the counter, and stood in front of the pretty lady I assumed to be the sales girl. "Good afternoon, mister. How can I be of help?" Without speaking, I turned in the direction of the flowers and pointed at the one that had entrapped me. She smiled. "Irises. Beautiful choice. Wise one too." Irises. As in, Iris? The flower shared the same name with her. "They symbolize wisdom, hope, and admiration. You must really respect your woman if you're giving her this."

Alethra laughed and said, well, I had to find away to hide what I was doing. There are four different types of flowers here, the first three are Lavender, Jasmine and Rosemary. As you know, are the main ingredients in making the scent masking spray that our warrior's use, when they are out to gather information. The last one is called MoonFlower, this flower only blooms at night. It is a really pretty white flower that shimmer like moon rays, even through it is really pretty, this flower has a secret. Every part of it is poisonous, even the roots. I said. Both Elzie and Amelia looked shocked at this piece of information.

“A pleasure. We’ve heard so much about your… quiet success.” I took her hand briefly, my own smile serene. Then, in a voice low enough for them alone but carrying just enough for nearby ears, I delivered the riddle with elegant calm: “Some flowers bloom brightest when another is crushed beneath the soil. Isn’t it fascinating how betrayal can fertilize new growth—until the roots remember and start pulling back?”

Iris said, watching him move through the garden with obvious familiarity. "As I know them." He paused beside a bed of flowers that resembled nothing she'd ever seen—blooms that shifted color with each breath, petals that seemed to be made of crystallized moonlight. "This one Eleanor cultivated specifically for my needs. She called it Rosa eternis—the eternal rose." When he touched the flower, it responded with a note so pure and beautiful that Iris felt tears spring to her eyes. The plant's glow intensified, and its voice joined the chorus with what could only be described as contentment.

I closed the door behind me. “We will skip the pleasantries.” His smile thinned slightly. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.” I walked closer until I stood directly across from him. “The flower.” Fenuel’s brows lifted faintly. “What flower?” “The one that poisoned Rain.” His expression shifted into polite confusion. “I assure you, I know nothing about that.” Of course he would say that. I studied his face carefully. Fenuel was clever. Too clever to expose himself directly. But clever men still made mistakes.

The latter responded to her smile with a wider ones, “It’s quite simpler than it looked. You only need to pour water late at night. It doesn’t need to be a lot. Contrary to other flowers, these carnage only need flower that is poured when the sky is dark.” “I see,” hummed Rose looking at the flower. Noticing the flower pot, she stared at the carving around it. The ceramic pot stood out more to Rose as though the main sight was not the gentle carnage flower but the pot. “They are a very strong flower, I am certain you can take care of it,” Iris whispered, smiling as she stared down at the white flowers darkly. Meanwhile inside the mansion, Dominic was shown by his grandparents the portrait of