Sacred Bloom Novels & Stories

The nickname had stuck to her since her childhood days. I reached out for the light switch and turned it on. Full lights brightened the half-dark balcony. She was wearing a short-sleeved purple dress and a pair of brown platform shoes. Her silver necklace shone under the bright lights. Her purple locket was attached to her necklace. I could not miss the view of her beautifully, manicured nails painted in amethyst. It was clearly obvious that she had just returned from an outing. She looked ravishing as usual. She is Kimberly White, the only girl child and the last child of my family. Purple is the most adored person in the family.

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.

Silver-born. Storm-marked. You are almost whole. The whisper didn’t come from the rift this time. It came from the stone. I froze. “That wasn’t her,” I murmured. “That wasn’t the goddess.” Clara swallowed hard. “No. That was the sanctuary.” Aria’s fingers curled into my shirt. “Why would the sanctuary call us ‘almost whole’?” Because it remembered something. Some ancient truth. Some pattern. Some prophecy. But I didn’t have time to unpack it because the rift outside the sanctuary roared.

"Mr. Cadell, why don't you sign Liam’s name first?" Lucas suddenly thought about the past few days of remote silence from Cassiopeia and grew increasingly uneasy. The only thing on his mind now was Cassiopeia, and he would not register anything else said to him. With that, he tore the seal open. The first thing that caught his eye was a thin slip of paper with a bold, striking font pronouncing the words: "Death Certificate".

I leaned in to look and Ethan leaned in at the same moment and our heads were briefly very close together over a small pot of winter soil and I could feel the warmth of him beside me, the nearness of it, and I focused very deliberately on the soil. Something small and pale was moving through the dark earth. "Steven," Lily breathed. With the reverence of a naturalist confirming a rare sighting. "Steven," Ethan confirmed drily, but something in his voice, something warm underneath the dry. Lily looked up at us both and her face did the thing, the full Lily thing, the radiant satisfaction, the child who has just had the universe confirm something she already believed. "I told you," she said. "H

He gently rocked our daughter in his arms, humming an unfamiliar tune. Grace's tiny hands reached out, blindly grasping at the air, as if chasing a sweet dream. The room was peaceful. Only the ticking of the clock on the wall marked the slow passage of time. I thought back to that heart-stopping night 15 years ago, never imagining I would one day have this kind of happiness. Fate truly worked in mysterious ways. It brought Ethan to me in my darkest hour, and after we had both weathered life's storms, it brought us back together. Now, this baby of ours had tied our hearts together forever.

I urged, my voice resolute, practically challenging him to doubt again. One of his men opened his mouth to gripe, ready to complain, but then we caught it—a small monkey perched high on a bent branch, its tiny paw clutching a bloom that gave off a strange, ethereal shine. Petals in deep silver hues, the core throbbing with a gentle, supernatural radiance, like it had a pulse. “Holy shit, that’s the Silverbloom,” I whispered, transfixed, wonder coursing through me, my chest clenching with relief, the burden of the quest finally lifting, even as Lucy’s smirks and Liam’s strokes lingered in my mind.

"This is—wow." Zac chuckled softly. "My grandfather was a big reader. He quoted literature as if he were a human book himself." I turned to look at Zac, my eyes lit up. "Zac, this is amazing." Zac shrugged nonchalantly, smiling. "I thought you'd like it." He walked over to one wall, skimming the shelves until he pulled out a book. "I wanted you to have this." I looked at the book he held out for me to take. It was called "Bloom" by Kelle Hampton. I smiled at the title, meeting his eyes. "Wha—but why?"

The other guard, a woman named Lyra, looked back and forth between Lucian and Elias, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword, as if instinctively ready to fight. “What is it?” Lucian’s voice was cold. Emory swallowed, his eyes darting nervously. “We felt a... presence. A dark presence. The air has changed. And... there’s something else.” He stepped forward, cautiously, as though afraid to approach too closely. “A flower. A rare one. A dark flower. It’s here.” Lucian’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what they were talking about. The Black Bloom. A flower tied to the use of dark magic. A flower that could only grow in places soaked in dark energy—energy like that which Isadora wielded