Sister Golden Flower Art Novels & Stories

"No, Kirsten is your name in my language and that is what I shall call you." She brought the flowers to her face and inhaled the exotic but subtle aroma. She could see that they were not your typical flower shop selection. "Thank you," she finely managed to whisper. He nodded, "You are welcome. They are from my mother's green house. She thought you might like some token of our homeland. Artic wildflowers have always been her passion. She says they kept her sane while dealing with my father, uncles and all my brothers."

“Give me two minutes, I have a plan.” Sammy helps her arrange the branches artfully, then she places flowers over it, it looked like one of those Japanese floristry things, Ikebana. She’d even found some vine prunings with the leaves still green on them. It was structural, elegant and perfect. When she’s done, she steps back and nods, “Now that is fitting for the Queen’s Uncle.” Celine nods, and hugs Fi,

As I approached the pedestal, the image of her charred, lifeless form filled my mind, and my chest tightened with grief. A single tear slid down my cheek as I reached out, “I pray you understand, my sister. I pray for your forgiveness.” My fingers brushed the petals. It was the most beautiful and pure thing in this world. Its soft golden glow shimmered with the pulse of life itself, its petals as perfect as the morning sun and the midnight stars all woven together. And its power… The air pulsed with it. The energy of the flower was stronger than anything else in this world, and I felt it in every inch of me as I lifted it carefully from the pedestal, cradling it in both hands.

I hope that news will at least distract her, even if my beast is still clawing at my skull with the anger he has no idea where to direct. Something at the bottom of the golden wreath catches my eye and I lean in closer to get a better look. five silver flowers poke up from amidst the wolfsbane. In the centre is a lily, either side of that a daffodil, and beside each daff is a daisy.

Ignoring the whispers, he scooped plain water from the stream into his hands and poured it over the flower, startling the villagers who saw this as defiance of tradition. Yet, as he watered in droplets, the flower trembled and radiated a golden glow, and the first petal unfolded. “It’s blooming!” Someone cried. The flower blossomed; its golden petals unfolded one by one. Tiny buds sprouted across the grass, blossoming in harmony, their sweet pollen perfuming the air. The flower’s golden aura shimmered; its sharp, intricate petals too numerous for Sarang to count amid the excitement. At its heart, a soft light began to dissipate, revealing a small, precious stone nestled within.

I know weird place to have curtains behind them was a picture of Artemis, sister Summer, may she be in peace. I lightly touched the canvas only to use the head of my fingers opening a secret passage, the golden flower that was on the bottom of the frame. I stepped back waiting for the canvas of art to open, hearing a faint creaking sound as the door slowly opening the door, watching an unlighted hallway of stairs turns to a shade of blue flames, walking down the steep circular steps the automatic flames appear I felt as if I was being watched. Yet not from a creature more like an electric device...maybe it's just me.

A shard cut into the painting as the damaged part landed by Thea’s feet. “What… What the hell was that?” A worker stared at the shattered glass and sliced painting on the ground, then glared up at Thea. “Why’d you bump into me?!” “What? I didn’t!” Thea said, confused. She hadn’t even touched him. “I really didn’t. Did you mistake me for someone else?” “No way. I only dropped it because you bumped into my arms. Do you even know what this is? It’s Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside's Edge! It’s over two thousand years old! It’s been valued at one-point-eight billion dollars!”

Everything had softened into cream and pale gold. Even the walls had changed. I stopped before the main hall. The yellow sunflower painting which was my favorite was gone. In its place hung a new canvas: two intertwined flowers, pale and fragile, their stems curling around each other. They were twin flowers, a species I recognized very well. Growing up, Laura used to have a smaller similar canvas on the wall of her room. My lips curved slowly. This was definitely her doing. I studied the painting a moment longer, my wolf watching through my eyes with cool detachment.

The strange pain in my chest intensified, a deep, soul-wrenching ache that told me something catastrophic had happened to my sister. I burst into the throne room, shifting back to human form as I skidded to a halt. Father stood rigid before the ancient Lineage Flower pedestal, his face carved from granite, eyes glowing with lethal fury. The sacred flower was an ancient, magical bloom that bloomed with one petal for each member of the royal bloodline and only shed a petal when one of us was on the verge of death or had suffered a mortal wound. Yara… “Your sister is in mortal danger,” Father said, voice low and vibrating with power. “One of the petals has fallen. She is in great danger.”

“Too bad you didn't see how talented she was when she was still in your pack. No thanks to you, I have gained a talented artist.” It took a while before Grayson finally understood what I was talking about. “Elowen painted it?”Grayson exclaimed in disbelief. “Yes,”I leaned closer and clasped my hands together. “And you will help me find out if she really is a rare gem found in the mud, or just another common flower that attracts the bee.” * “You called for me, mother?” Mother was busy cutting up the stems of the flowers and arranging them in a vase. She was using her glittery scissor like always and it still baffles me how she's moving around with her long nails.