Ugly Flowers Novels & Stories

Just looking at it gave me goose bumps. “I’ve never seen this flower before,” I told her, sitting up, and Zion nodded his head to agree with me. “What kind of flower is it?” "It's called Giyeangi," Astrid said. "It's a very rare and deadly flower that grows only on the body of a dead werewolf who was not buried. It feeds on their blood and essence, and then releases a toxin that can kill any other werewolf who comes in contact with it." I gasped in shock. I had never heard of such a deadly flower before, but what has it got to do with my poison? We didn’t have any dead wolves who weren’t buried so the flower wouldn’t be in our pack.

Was it because Selina's sense of smell suddenly decreased, or was it because the people in front of her had some tricks? There were a total of about ten people who came, all of them with very strange shapes. On their faces were masses of rotting flesh, covering most of their faces. Those chunks of flesh. They were crammed together, forming the shape of a flower, the blood flower. But this flower made Selina feel very familiar as if she had seen it somewhere before.

She pushed open the door to the flower shop where Hailey worked, a tiny bell jingling above her. The shop was an explosion of colors and scents. Brightly colored blooms filled the space, from sunflowers to roses, orchids to tulips. The air was rich with the fragrance of fresh flowers, creating a soothing contrast to Katherine's excessively raging thoughts. The walls were lined with shelves displaying delicate vases and decorative pots, each meticulously arranged to showcase the vibrant beauty of the flowers within.

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.

My body was already fragile, worn out from the emotional and physical toll of the past days, and now someone was toying with me? As I reached for the doorknob again to close it, something caught my attention. A sharp, peculiar scent. Sweet, yet spicy. Oddly familiar, but...wrong. My eyes fell to the porch, and my breath hitched. A bouquet of Moon Flowers. Only, they weren’t the crystal white ones that gently glowed in the dark. These were black. Deep, glossy black, shimmering under the pale daylight like polished onyx. They didn’t just sit there—they loomed, almost alive in their stillness.

That was currently the safest area, after all. “Holy sh*t!” “What kind of skill is this?” “Is he really eating the Undead now?.” “He ate the Dark Pixies too! He actually swallowed everything, even their bones.” Alex was the only one who knew how torturing this was for his flowers. These Undeads and Dark Pixies possess negative energy, but he consumed all of it anyway, so the lotus flowers were equivalent to a trash can at this point. Slowly, he noticed that the colors of the flowers were starting to change. The stem of the flowers was slowly turning into a dark red color.

“Don’t let him fool you with pretty weeds, princess. He stood there like a statue while Bianca and her minions ripped you apart. Flowers don’t erase that.” I snorted, loud and ugly. “Please. Like I was going to swoon and write him poetry because he finally learned what a florist is. I’m not that cheap,” I said. But there it was…that dumb tug in my chest, the one that comes with unsolicited butterflies. Honestly, my organs need to stop signing me up for emotional nonsense. Damn stupid flowers. Liana’s eyes sparkled with evil glee. “Want me to chuck them?” “Trash it. All of it. Vase too, I don’t care.”

The first flower had dark grey leaves but its flower looked like a dark heart, between that heart was what looked like a small human hand moving. I quickly looked at the second one and noticed it was even worse. It looked exactly like a golden rose with dark thorns. The only disturbing thing was the blood droplets it was removing. The third flower was totally dark green but the thing that creeped me out were the long vines that popped out of the flower pot looking like tentacles. They were also removing colourless slimy fluids that looked so disgusting. I looked at the last and final flower pot and I was shocked to see it was a beautiful white lotus.

“It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.” I plant my butt on the grass next to him, “this is Crimson Beebalm,” I touch the petals, “this one is bright red but they can be a lot darker than this. Red is,” I take a second to think as his smile makes my brain short circuit, “hot, intense, and even dangerous. But this flower is all talk and no show. It’s edible and used for medicine,” I tell him as I begin to pluck some of the flowers out of the earth. “I’ve never had a color described to me,” he admits with a smile of appreciation on his face.

Addison fumed, her rage spilling over as she recalled of how she lost Mason overnight to someone she saw as a pathetic, ugly intruder. She was seething, more furious at the fact that Mason had chosen Isabel over her, someone she considered nothing but an ugly creature undeserving of a second glance. Addison might have felt less humiliated if Mason had chosen any other woman instead of Isabel, whom she couldn't even stand to be near.