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.”

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.

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.

Keira POV As I approached the back door garden of the castle, I was immediately struck by the lovely plants that surrounded me. The crisp air of early autumn is infused with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of fallen leaves underfoot. Golden yellow chrysanthemums nodded lazily in the breeze, while deep purple asters sway gently alongside delicate pink and white carnations. Clusters of tall, spiky purple Liatris added height and drama to the garden, and the bright red of scarlet sage blooms added a vibrant pop of color.

Red Carnations were planted all over the place signifying their Sicilian pride I suppose, the Red carnation is Sicily’s National flower, which I read in one of Marcel’s books I had found luckily before we had come. A humongous fountain sat in the middle of the drive with an interesting statue of a naked man holding a bow and arrow that sat in the middle with water sprouting from the statues open mouth, looking fierce and ready to kill, it is a suitable decoration I suppose, but a bit too much for me. Marcel comes up behind pushing me to start walking to enter the house, waking me up from my gaze of admiration of the mansion. Several men come out of what looks like a side entrance, and start

"But I recently learnt that they do, and I decided to learn about them." "That's so cute and very unusual coming from you." She smiled. He picked out one flower and gave it to her. It was a carnation flower, the lighter shade of red. "I was told that carnation flowers often symbolizes fascination and distinction. You know that I am endlessly fascinated by you. And yes, you are different, rare, and I am lucky that you are mine." Luciana watched him speechlessly, seemingly unable to react. He then picked up another flower and gave it to her. It was a violet flower.