Unbloomed Flowers Novels & Stories

“You have a point Jones so what does a white rose signify?“ “I don't know but we're definitely going to find out.“ “Almond city is becoming unsafe for the rich, expect mass relocation anytime from now, no one wants to stay in an insecure city especially when you have a fat bank account.“ Maria said. “True but are there any houses or places with white rose flowers in it probably as ornamental crops or something related?“ “I don't know Jones, I haven't seen one before. It's a beautiful flower anyway maybe I'll grow them someday.“ she said. “I haven't too. Infact, I didn't even know they existed, I only know of red roses. Call David, ask him to check Almond city's digital map for popular garden

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

The sound of soft music and gentle chatter filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the promise of an unforgettable evening. As guests made their way toward the entrance, they were greeted by a stunning floral arrangement that adorned the doorway. The vibrant blooms – a mix of roses, peonies, and hydrangeas – were expertly arranged to create a breathtaking display of color and texture, setting the tone for the opulent celebration that lay ahead.

Flowers blooming with the light of the sun. My eyes open wide. I have never seen something so beautiful! “These flowers are called ‘Night Phlox’ and ‘Moonflower'.” Thalia explains with a gentle smile. “Two different types of night flowers bloom here that cause the ground to light up. I figured you would like to see something like this.” Thalia and I sit for about an hour, absorbing the serene beauty and the tranquil ambiance of the glowing pasture. She tells me stories about the flowers, and we share laughter under the starlit sky. The magical scene feels almost surreal, like a dream I never want to end.

The dawn-colored flowers spread faster than anything the witnesses had ever seen. Within a month of the first bloom on the stone bench, the new flowers had appeared in gardens across every province. Witnesses wrote letters describing the same phenomenon—a flower the color of sunrise, soft as silk, warm as skin, growing from the cracks in old stone benches, pushing through the soil beside gold and silver blooms. The watcher's attention, which had been soft and warm during the Resting, sharpened into something more present. Not urgent. Not demanding. Simply—awake.

The plums are out in season and are blooming ever so beautifully whilst the sun is situated west now, it's light diminishing in correlation to the time flow but waiting till it's time for it or receded below the skyline, retiring for the day. The plums are swishing peacefully with the subtle wind flow, unbothered as to what life would bring, simply being flowers, blooming and radiating its own unique beauty and effervescence; exactly what it makes it different from other kinds of flowers. Staring at the flowers kinds of soothes my soul for the moment, assuring me that everything is going to be fine and holding it really would.

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.

Intrigued, Liam decided to take a moment to immerse himself in the enchanting world of blooms. Stepping out of his car, Liam's eyes widened with awe as he entered the flower shop. The air was infused with a delicate fragrance, a symphony of scents that tantalized his senses. The walls were adorned with cascading vines, showcasing an array of flowers in every shade imaginable. Orchids danced gracefully, roses bloomed passionately, and lilies stood tall and elegant, each displaying their unique charm.

~ 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.