Violet Bloom Novels & Stories

“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.”

It was Violet. Dressed in a flowing gown that mirrored the moonlit sky, her ebony hair cascaded like a waterfall, framing her delicate features and illuminating eyes the color of twilight. In her presence, a sense of both vulnerability and fierce determination resonated—an echo of her turbulent past and her unwavering spirit.

It just feels meaningless. "No." I protested as I removed her hand from my chest and took a step back. "Violet is a natural color while purple is an unnatural pigment. Her eyes are natural." Were. "Forget it, Zo. I am done talking about her." She exhales a deep breath in annoyance and tries to take one more step towards me but I immediately took two back.

The First Bloom It began in the Grove of Becoming. A single flower bloomed out of season deep violet petals edged in silver, unlike anything we’d ever seen. It pulsed faintly, as if alive with memory. Dahlia examined it with reverence. “It’s not from here,” she whispered. “Or… it’s from here, but not this time.” Seris touched the petals and immediately froze. She saw something. I could tell. When she looked up, her eyes shimmered.

Violet’s eyes fluttered open to an expanse of stark white. The walls were sterile, the air filled with an antiseptic smell that stung her nostrils. Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to focus, the world around her a hazy blur. She blinked several times, desperately trying to piece together the fragments of her reality.

"I'm a woman too. Naturally, I want to help other women. Besides, it's all things we don't need anymore—grain, clothes, fabrics, embroidery supplies, and even flowers. It's impractical to bring them back to Valken. If you don't believe me, you can oversee it yourself as I have the items delivered." If Molly hadn't been annoyed, Violet would have suspected ulterior motives. But seeing her irritation now, Violet figured her cousin wasn't entirely insincere—more likely, she just wanted to win favor. Still, the items would be useful. The flowers from Edgeview Estate, in particular, were stunning and diverse. They would be perfect for Leona to tend to. They would surely brighten the spirits of Ca

I gasped. Flowers bloomed across the entire meadow — their petals shimmering with hues I’d never seen before. While there were many types, most were shades of violet, glowing subtly like they held moonlight within them. Birds with feathers the color of sapphires fluttered past, and the fireflies around us transformed, taking the shape of butterflies with translucent wings that reflected our surroundings. “Welcome to the Forbidden Valley, Mauve Paleframe,” she said, her voice rich with reverence.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

She gave me a sad smile before bringing me to the kitchen and given me my favorite pie. "We still have to get my and the bridesmaid bouquets did" My mother look at her, "You can ask Lily, She works as a nurse, I am sure you must have made bridal bouquets right?" I was about decline. I didn't have intentions to do anything. "You do !? How about you go get flowers of my choice and make us some, I can save up on the money then. They cost so much" "True," My mother said. And I nodded as my sister looked at me, "Thanks lily" I smiled.

Chapter 52 CAELUM I rested my hand upon my knee and decided to sit up. I felt like there was a hole on my chest, swallowing me hole and leaving me empty. Shaking my head, I flicked my hand and breathe in, the soft silky sheets morphing so that the grass tickled my arms as I look up at the cool blue sky. I stretched my arms and lie down on the field, the violets and lilies still in full bloom even if summer is blowing harshly down the land. This field is rarely affected by the normal weather, instead, it depended so much on my emotions that an argument like a while ago can wither the roses and precious hyacinths. I plucked a violet and twirled it around my fingers, snorting as I saw Aeon’s wh