Silk Carnations Novels & Stories

Silver roses bloom only for a week once every five years – their life spans are too short and too far apart but also far too sweet to be fully ignored. These flowers are like one’s childhood love – a memory that came too soon but rarely leaves. Tristal Mariana Andry, the Grand Duchess of the Noble House of Andry, sighed deeply. At age sixty and mostly bedridden, she had become more and more prone to melancholic spells, especially when it came to remembering her past. Today, she had been in reverie once more as she faced a seemingly daunting task. It was the first time she had been out of her room and in a party. It was also the first time in decades that she had chosen to speak to Caldwell a

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.”

I dashed to that thing. “Zeve! Where are you going?” As expected, Amor ran after me. Morfan and others stayed at some distance while I plucked the Snowystals. The crystal flowers that bloom only in the snow. I had read about them in books, but never saw one in real life. Transparent petals of ice with blue veins like snowflakes. Slight blue tint and scent like that of rose dancing with petrichor. Looked like lilies, but petals stretched out like hibiscus.

Aster symbolizes patience, she thinks, chuckling quietly to herself because fools that they are I can never afford to be patient, not when my birthright and life is on the line. She plucked another, briefly inhaling its scent in content. Gladiolus is for remembrance; she recalls reading in a book once… and pink carnations–though there was still a tender ache in her chest that has mercifully grown duller over the years as though it was beginning to numb to the pain that was hidden but it was there. It will always be there (which she always pointedly ignores)–as she holds the soft, pink petals with her gloved fingers to inspect it further for any sort of imperfections. As if mocking her, there

I go to lie down on her bed and get comfortable when an idea pops in my head. In a split second, I’m appearing in the Kartheca’s garden surrounded by stunning varieties of flora. Tulips, snowdrops, crocuses, lilies and so many more are in full bloom creating a cascade of colours around the garden giving it a somewhat ethereal appearance. I wish Yildiz could see this, it’s a stunning sight.

They both put up their wings, lifting the barrier and after he had stepped into the gate the barriers returned. Ignoring them this time knowing whatever he thought they could hear he just walked towards the bed and knelt beside it. Placing the flower in his hand on the bed then using his magic to scatter the bunch, creating a cloud of swirling flowers before settling them back on the bed. After Atana's death, Neptune, had requested that his daughter's body be returned home but when he learnt her remains had been burnt along with her Duke's it was a pain like none ever before felt and so without a body to lay to rest, the King made a decree that the Merfairies make a bed of the most precious

A silent vow between women. The gown is unlike anything I’ve ever worn. Hand-crocheted, floor-length, woven from fine silk and adorned with delicate diamonds scattered across the bodice like a constellation of stars. It hugs my body with reverence, soft and ethereal, and I can feel the power it carries—not just from its craftsmanship, but from its history. Silvara hums low in awe from within, her voice like silver smoke in my mind. “You look like a queen of starlight. The earth itself bows to you.”

Not like they don't already see the claiming mark, but now we had to show them the love bites too. But I had to admit, the silk was beautiful. The wide collar and sleeves were framed by a thick, ornate border of gold and light blue silk, heavily embroidered with dark floral patterns and twisting vines. To finish it, they fastened long, dangling silver earrings to my ears that brushed against my neck with every movement. "You look very beautiful, Your Grace," one of the younger maids whispered, smoothing down my hair, which now cascaded much longer past my shoulders. "The colors suit you.”

Or just native to the Lycan realm? I decided not to dwell on that for long, instead, I took a few steps forward and crouched beside a cluster of pale-blue blossoms that glimmered faintly. “Okay, Pearl,” I said, touching one gently. “This one is called Moonlace Hydrangea.” Pearl leaned closer, eyes wide. “It’s shiny.”

A Vision of Lavender and Light As Analina steps into the grand hall for her birthday celebration, she is greeted by a breathtaking transformation. The room glows in hues of soft lavender and pearlescent white, delicate strands of fairy lights weaving overhead like a canopy of stars. Opulent swags of lavender tulle cascade from the ceiling softly pooling at the corners of the room, where bouquets of fresh lilacs and violets exude a gentle, calming fragrance.