Seasons Of Blossoms Webtoon Novels & Stories

She looked toward the window. The flowers were different. The four glowing red blossoms — the ones that had pulsed gently for weeks, always four, no more — had changed. There were six now. Two new petals had unfurled overnight. Quietly. Without warning. She blinked, breath catching. The fifth looked newer, less confident in its shape, but the sixth… The sixth pulsed stronger than the others. Brighter. And underneath that red light, the glass of the window had started to fog.

I left Wildrose Estate and returned home. Claude didn't come back until the middle of the night. I felt him wrap his arms around me while I was half-asleep. The air was thick with an unfamiliar perfume, mingled with the scent of roses. The smell made me nauseous, and I started feeling a dull ache in my stomach. I pressed my hands to my belly, and when Claude saw it, he moved closer, trying to rub it for me. My tone was sharp as I slapped his hand away. "You smell awful."

Just six months left before her promise either set them free or sealed their fate for good. Selene's fingers shook a bit as she grabbed a blossom. She snapped the stem nicely and carefully. The sap hit her skin, and it stung right away. Like tiny nettles biting in. She didn't pull back, though. Pain felt normal to her, almost. Kind of a strange comfort after all this time. The pouch on her hip got fuller with each flower she added. Her hands worked steadily from years of doing the same thing.

If only that sound could keep the dreams away. “Willow, you look so pale. Are you feeling alright?” Blooming Flower told her, and all Willow could do was laugh. She had no idea of the visions that had been haunting her dreams for the past eight months. It would seem the goddess wanted Willow to conceive that night. Falling Feather was so proud that he seemed to be puffing out his chest like a bird.

Freya decided it was safe to take a peek. He had doodled something on the blank white surface of his cast plaster. It was a sketch of a plump cat gesturing at a blackboard. It appeared to be in the middle of giving a serious lecture, and the hair on the top of its head was comically ruffled. Meanwhile, there was another black cat next to it in a cowering position with its ears tucked. It was on its knees and seemed to be apologizing for something. Next to the two cats was a large tree, shedding loose pieces of leaves. There were two kittens cheerily playing with each other.

I didn’t bother with a sob story. Just apologised for the delay and launched straight into my pitch. I tugged my shirt into place and let the projector warm up, using those precious seconds to steady my breathing and slow my heart down from hummingbird-on-espresso mode. They weren’t looking at sketches yet, just raw concept. I called mine BloomState. Every piece was based on the fleeting moments flowers go through. I started with the bud: tiny stud earrings, twisted into a barely-there spiral.

The warriors lean into it, joining with low growls and deep, resonant howls that echo through the trees and mountains. Slowly, almost impossibly, the cold, gray earth beneath our feet begins to change. Tiny green shoots push through the frost-hardened soil, trembling toward the pale light of the waning moon. Flowers, delicate and vibrant, burst open in sudden clusters, painting the blackened battlefield with swaths of color. I breathe in deeply. The air is different, warmer, sweeter. The heavy scent of decay is replaced by the fresh fragrance of damp earth and blooming life. It’s spring.

“I should get back.” “Thanks,” she said, meaning it. 🌿 A Note at Dusk Exhausted, Minnie locked the center doors and stepped outside. On her car door was a small bouquet of wildflowers and a note tucked underneath: I could fix things forever if you would just let me. Her heart stuttered. She scrunched up the note, hesitation burning in her chest—but then slid it into her bag. She took a deep breath of the cooling night air. When will this end? she thought. But for now—she wasn’t ready to find out.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"