Sacred Bloom Novels & Stories

“Ms. Rebecca ran over Ms. Sophia on North Park Avenue. When we arrived, Ms. Sophia was already dead at the scene. “Witnesses reported a dispute between Ms. Rebecca, Ms. Sophia, and Mr. Ethan at the roadside. “Ms.Rebecca then drove into Ms. Sophia, killing her. When we arrived, Mr. Ethan was holding Ms. Sophia’s body.” I looked at Mom. She laughed triumphantly as she muttered to herself, “Dad, I avenged you! Hahaha, I avenged you…”

Julian’s eyes wandered to a clothing store next door that was opening the same day. [First Bloom] Julian looked at the sign twice. When he looked inside the window, he froze. A slender, graceful figure stood behind the counter. He stared in shock. Someone behind him nudged him impatiently. He snapped out of it and ran forward.

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

One of them described a theory long abandoned by Pact scholars: that early bloomfields were not natural, but deliberately shaped. By someone who could speak directly to the bloom’s intention. If Liraeth had been that someone… Then this field and maybe others were more than sacred land. They were instruments. And Siran had just tuned one. Across the continent, the ripples had begun. In the far north, where the frostfields swallowed all bloom activity during winter months, a sudden thaw appeared. Not large no more than a circular patch five meters across but inside it, a bloom spiral of ancient make began to rise from under the ice.

Dominic whispered. “Not even close,” Aurora breathed, stepping closer. “That’s a Starbloom.” “What’s a Starbloom?” I asked, already inching toward the tree. “It’s a flower that only grows near immense magical sources,” her older sister replied. “It shouldn’t exist anymore. They died out centuries ago.” “Well… that one didn’t get the memo,” Dominic said. I stepped closer, mesmerized. “It’s growing in the tree,” I said. “Not from the soil. It’s… fused.”

Bloom jumped when his palm slammed against the wall, just above her left shoulder and she fearfully trailed her gaze up to meet the ominous demon caging her to the wall with his large body. In the depth of those blue-green orbs, shrouded in pure darkness was the amassing flames of a fire so intense Bloom was set aflame in a volcanic eruption. She burned like the hottest fire and effectively melted into a submissive puddle. His lips tore into a smirk, “Enthralling”. ***

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

"No Ms.Su. It was called Strawberry mountain because of its shape. Chairman Lu spent a great deal of effort on having that mountain built there." "But why is the color a bit different?" "Oh that. Those are artificial flowers planted in there. If we look at it from a distance, we can see that the color of the mountain is yellow because all the flowers planted there are the same color. It's like creating an illusion that the mountain itself is yellow. But when we get closer, you'll realize that those were just flowers." Amusement danced in my eyes. It's really pretty to look at. "Chairman Lu did all of that?"

Reyna then clarified the clues. When Buddha attained enlightenment, Reyna said, he was meditating under this tree. While Hinduism makes the same tree as a symbol of the world tree whose roots are the source of the Sarasvati River. Then for Christians, Adam and Eve used the leaves of this tree to make loincloths to cover their bodies, after knowing they were naked.

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.