Undertale Flower Bed Novels & Stories

The four of them wandered deeper into the Moonveil Garden, the silvery glow washing over their faces. The air smelled faintly of night-blooming jasmine, sweet and calming. Caleb flopped dramatically onto the grass, arms spread wide. “This is it. This is where I’ll live now. Forget the dorms, forget the academy. Just bury me in flowers and let the garden take me.” Lyra snorted, tugging at his sleeve. “Don’t tempt it. Some of these flowers eat bugs the size of your head. You’d last about a day.”

he remarked, his eyes still focused on the screen. Curious about what he was doing, I leaned over his shoulder to look. I noticed a series of flower pictures on his screen. One in particular stood out the most: a large flower with purple petals and several leaves trailing down its stem. “What is that?” I asked, pointing at it. “It’s a rare flower that can be either helpful or deadly to wolves, so never touch it,” Alec replied, clicking to the next page. “I see. Are you planning to give it to Taylor or something?” I teased.

I go to lie down on her bed and get comfortable when an idea pops in my head. In a split second, I’m appearing in the Kartheca’s garden surrounded by stunning varieties of flora. Tulips, snowdrops, crocuses, lilies and so many more are in full bloom creating a cascade of colours around the garden giving it a somewhat ethereal appearance. I wish Yildiz could see this, it’s a stunning sight.

Was he upset, or did he just shrug it off and head back to the docks to depart? Trying not to dwell on it, I decided to go out to work in the garden for a bit– not because I was looking for footprints or any evidence that Ethan had been there, but because I hadn't had a chance to work on the flowerbeds in a few days, and several of them needed trimming. I walked outside… and stopped in my tracks. Lying on the ground near the spot where I'd spoken to Ethan was a familiar flower. It was one that only grew in the Drogomar pack lands, right outside the Luna suite.

I muttered to myself, trying to summon the last bit of courage. The forest seemed to whisper secrets as I moved forward, and my senses heightened. My wolf lurked just beneath the surface of my skin, ready to protect me. I kept my eyes peeled for the signs I had heard about—the special markers that would show the way to the witch world. After several minutes of careful searching, I held my breath when I saw them: two towering trees with dark purple flowers at their base. These weren't ordinary blooms. Growing in abundance, the flowers glistened in the dawn light as if sprinkled with stardust. They were Moonshade Lilacs, rare and magical, known only to those with a touch of the supernatural.

But the unease lingered, pressing down like a weight on my chest. Later, when the fires burned low and Luna was asleep in her room again, I finally allowed myself to breathe. Just as I gave her one last pat, something caught my eye, stopping me in my tracks. On the cover of her bed, scattered like a message, lay petals. Pale, and almost translucent, unlike any flower grown in our lands. Not even Alicia’s vast garden held anything like it. They shimmered faintly in torchlight, as though touched by something different. I gathered them carefully, heart pounding. Their scent was sweet, cloying, and entirely unfamiliar.

"Are you scared?" "No," Cale said. "Because tomorrow... the flower blooms." "What flower?" Cale pointed to a pot on the deck. A dead, dry stick in dirt. "That one," Cale said. "I watered it. In Timeline 45. It blooms blue." "It looks dead, Cale." "It is dormant. Wait." They waited. The sun set. The stars came out. And in the morning, when they woke up... The flower was blue. A forget-me-not.

I took it. The walk to the altar felt unreal. The ceremony space had been arranged in one of Emberfall’s great garden courtyards, where black stone paths circled a wide open space filled with flowers from both sides. My father had spared no expense, but he had not made it cold or too grand for me to breathe. Emberfall’s gold arches stood over the aisle, but were softened by vines and flowers brought from the werewolf side. White moonblossoms from Brooksbridge grew beside Emberfall’s fire-blooms. Vandwood greenery, what could be salvaged and carried, had been woven into the decorations. Golden lanterns hung from branches. Water moved softly in channels near the edge of the courtyard, and beyo

The garden felt smaller today, as if the stone walls had crept closer overnight, determined to trap her inside her own conflicted heart. Celeste sat on the familiar stone bench where Kaelan had once given her those delicate wildflowers. The same pale blue petals with silver edges. She had pressed them between the pages of an old healing tome in her room, unable to throw them away even after what she had overheard. They were a cruel reminder. Proof that the ruthless Alpha could be gentle when he wanted to be. Or when it served him.

Leon nodded, “In exchange, lead me to Gorgolta.” “Uncle Gor?” The boy nodded his head at once as he replaced the flower to his hand. Leon stared at it and let the flower to be taken in an immediate fire that made it disappear to ashes. In the next second, Leon pulled out a dandelion from the thin air, placing it on the boy’s hand. Belle found the boy’s reaction to the flower adorable as his big eyes glitter seeing the new flower that never appear in Hell. She quickly explained, “If you blow on it, it’ll disappear.”