Sunflower Bow Novels & Stories

What Silver Dawn could do was this: become unremarkable. Not invisible. Not shapeshifting in the dramatic sense, no borrowed faces, no changed heights, nothing that required a mirror afterward to confirm you were still yourself. Something quieter and stranger than that. Cellular suppression, the ability to pull the body's broadcast signal inward. Dampen the scent. Cool the skin temperature. Slow the heartbeat to something a sensor would read as ambient noise rather than a living thing. From the outside, we registered as human. Or as nothing at all. We called it The Switch.

So what the hell is this? Walking closer, I reach out to the bouquet, arranged in a square orange vase. It’s gorgeous. A combination of sunflowers and orange roses, with rust and gold chrysanthemums and fall leaves. Whoever sent this… they know me well. Sunflowers and orange roses are my favorites. I absolutely adore them.

she said slowly. "Discount sun," Dante corrected, taking a sip of his coffee. "The real one still arrives on schedule. This is the early-access version." A convoy of vehicles rolled into the compound below. Workers began unloading crates—rare flowers that bloomed only in direct light, heat-sensitive orchids, gold-thread banners embroidered with wolf motifs, crystal light sculptures shaped like howling wolves and crescent moons. An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow.

Her gaze flickered to the sunflowers, and a faint smile tugged at her lips. "Hey," D'Andre greeted, his voice soft. "Hi," she replied, a hint of wariness still present. D'Andre extended the bouquet toward her. "These are for you." Maiari accepted the flowers, her fingers brushing against the delicate petals. "Sunflowers?" He nodded. "They remind me of you. Vibrant, strong, and always reaching for the light." A blush tinted Maiari's cheeks, and she looked down at the bouquet, seemingly touched by his gesture. "Thank you, D'Andre."

I asked her and she gave me a sorrowful nod before placing the tiara on my head. “Oh!” my mother exclaims, then leaves the room. What she comes back with puts a smile on my face; a beautiful Biedermeier bridal bouquet made up of red roses and pink Peruvian lilies. What amazed me the most was the fact that the centre flower was a sunflower - did Dante know they were my favourite?

“Yes sir, is she not pretty? And she really like these flower crowns but she has nothing to pay.” “Yeah, she is, and I think so too, that it would suit her one of those flowers.” the guy said and then looked at the product the little girl was showing. “I will buy this one, she is like a sunshine outstanding in the crowd.” the man said and in embarrassment, I looked away. “We have to go now, bye!” the boy said as he rejoined with his sister who gave me a bright smile waving. Then the guy approached me holding the flower crown designed with tiny sunflowers, its yellow color shining so brightly like the rays of the sun.

Chapter 38 KIERAN She looked up from her computer, surprise flickering across her face. "Sunflowers, Your Majesty. She mentioned it once during the engagement photo shoot." Sunflowers. Bright, cheerful, unpretentious. The complete opposite of Seraphina's preferred roses—those carefully cultivated, perfectly formed symbols of romance and passion. "Get me sunflowers," I said, making the decision impulsively. "A large arrangement." *What are you doing?* my wolf asked suspiciously.

Alfred waved his hand making the dome disappear. Throwing seeds on the snow Nara yelled ‘eight drills’. Large thorns grew from the seeds; some crawled on the bear’s foot and drilled into it while others tried to penetrate its chest. Chevy whose leg was partially healed removed the cork of a tiny bottle then splashed the green liquid inside on the bear arm. The bear growled in agony. Its arm began to corrode. The bear detached its hand from its shoulder knowing fully well that if it wasn’t careful its whole body would decay.

he motioned her chin toward the bow. Roxie frowned. Revna was talking to her, that was new. With a shrug, she took the advice and set the arrow on the bow again and let it fly; this time, it struck the edge of the board. Roxie bounced in excitement and looked back at the redhead but she was already leaving. “Hey!” Roxie called out. “You are at a disadvantage if you use a bow in a battlefield,” Ravna threw over her shoulder and walked off the field.

a saleslady said as she approached. She turned and pointed to the necklace she liked. “May I see this one?” she asked, following the saleslady inside. Within a minute, she held the necklace in her hands, examining it carefully. Could this be the gift she would give Ricky's wife? “Miss, do you want others like this?” the saleslady asked. “No, just this one,” Flora Amor replied. “But do you have one with a D in the center?” “Sorry, ma’am. We have other pendants with D, but they’re not heart-shaped.”