Unbloomed Flowers Novels & Stories

Something that had been seeds in November and cold ground in January and was now, in March, doing the thing it had been doing all along without anyone watching. I leaned in closer, it was unmistakable. Fragile and certain all at once, the way new things were — committed to existing before it had any business being sure of anything. "The sunflowers," I said. "The sunflowers," he said. We crouched at the planter together in the cold March air and looked at the small green thread of a thing that had decided to grow in a city garden in a month that barely qualified as spring, and neither of us said anything for a while because there wasn't anything to say that the thing itself wasn't already say

A flower. Bright and vibrant and growing. I blinked and leaned closer to the glass as the carriage rolled on by. It was a wildflower, something that hadn’t needed to be cultivated and tended with care. It had grown despite all the odds against it, petals unfurling to the sky, soft and rebellious. Impossible, stubborn, stretching out of stone as if it had always been there. I said nothing to Kellan. I didn’t have to. He turned to me then, as if he’d seen it too. As if he understood the way I did.

From this point, I walked towards the north, because before I had seen the Turnia Flower field around there. It didn't take long until I arrived at the fields of the Turnia Flowers growing. This place was quite small, not as wide as a meadow at the foot of a mountain. Maybe it was only half a football field. This place was at the end of the cliff. No other plant grew here other than Turnia Flowers and grass bushes. I immediately approached one of the flower stalks that rose from the ground. It was still not the season, so I couldn't see the dozens of crowns blooming beautifully. Could only see flowers in buds which were similar to drill bits.

Liquidation is absolute. ​"The Apex Bloom is entering its third phase," Franco announced, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "The physical trials are over. The psychological games are over. Phase Three is total, unmitigated betrayal." ​The heavy steel doors that led back to the living quarters slammed shut with a deafening boom. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow.

I have been let down too many times to let myself get carried away by a simple gesture. I cannot bring myself to throw the bouquet away, so I open the door and step inside, clutching the flowers tightly in my hand. I drop them onto the small table near the entrance, their vibrant colors standing out against the dull, worn surface of the wood. For a moment, I just stand there, staring at them, as if they might suddenly explain themselves. But they do not. They just sit there, silent and mysterious, like a puzzle I cannot solve.

And in that moment, as the bathroom door clicked shut behind them, they surrendered to the unknown, ready to explore the depths of their connection and discover the truths that lay hidden within. Liam's heart raced with anticipation as he held the flower bouquet in his hands. The delicate petals of the roses intertwined with the vibrant colors of daisies and lilies, creating a captivating sight. He had carefully chosen each bloom, ensuring that they conveyed his feelings for her. With a deep breath, Liam approached her, who was standing near the dresser, gently toweling her damp hair.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

I sat on the edge of my bed, my gaze drifting across the room, landing on the small crystal vase on my nightstand. Inside sat the Midnight Rose I had found that morning. Its petals were a deep, velvety black that seemed to absorb the candlelight rather than reflect it. I knew from my research that the Midnight Rose was a forbidden bloom for Year One students — a Tier-4 botanical anomaly that fed on the emotional residue of its owner. Freshmen weren't allowed near them because their magic was too unstable to handle the flower's "hunger." I reached out, my fingers brushing the cool, soft edge of a petal. It felt like silk — the very thing I couldn't create.

Julian’s eyes wandered to a clothing store next door that was opening the same day. [First Bloom] Julian looked at the sign twice. When he looked inside the window, he froze. A slender, graceful figure stood behind the counter. He stared in shock. Someone behind him nudged him impatiently. He snapped out of it and ran forward.