Violet Blooming Novels & Stories

your hands. In two weeks the pictures will all glow bright when the plants are fully grown. You will then warm the heart of the garden and immediately pour the pound water as before. When the glow changes from the hunter green to a lilac color. You will then go to the back door and allow yourself to be cocooned . This cocoon will include the door. You will sleep in this cocoon the whole time as it forms and when it is destroyed. I can not tell you how long that will take dear as I don't know. Have a bucket of that special water from the pond ready when the cocoon is destroyed, someone will have to throw this water on you to keep you from overheating. Jay honey I know it will be you who take

The sweet aroma of blooming flowers mixed with the earthy scent of moss, creating a natural sanctuary within the wild. Violet's eyes darted between her companions, searching for reassurance, reflecting the uncertainty in her heart. "What if my father discovers everything if he unravels our love and tears us apart?" she asked, her voice trembling like a delicate bird caught in an unseen storm. "I can't bear the thought of losing you both."

The Night-Blooming Garden was the most beautiful and popular place in the Cloud City. More than a garden, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a forest, but as it was located in the heart of the city and a long road crossed it, many would go there, especially at night, when the most beautiful flowers would open with the beginning of each season.

I followed her line of sight but saw nothing. Vines rose up from the floor and wrapped around the air. Violet’s arm pulled backwards, bringing the vines closer. A pained grunt was heard, making me realize that it was actually someone that we couldn’t see. “Pull your gift back or else these vines will turn into wolfsbane. Now, that’s some pretty painful shit from what I’ve heard. You have fifteen seconds to decided,” Violet told the invisible person. To make her point and psych out whoever the fuck it was, a new vine appeared as the seconds ticked by.

Open Briar Violet did not scream. She considered that a personal victory. The blue ribbon clung to the outside of her bedroom window, soaked flat against the glass. Rain dragged its pale tails downward in slow, uneven lines. The tag twisted in the wind just enough to show the words again. OPEN BRIAR. Of course. Because apparently the universe had decided subtlety was for people with healthy sleep schedules. Violet sat up slowly. The Briar envelope lay beneath her pillow, its edges pressing through the fabric like it had been waiting for the window to speak first.

Clapping twice and placing the yellow flower on the slate, Zen prayed that the dungeons would bless her virtual soul. Finding the most bitter and spiteful sister was easy. Zen had the sunflower ready for the sister, who wrote, “The only reason you were chosen was because your man left you…” on her epitaph. Zen might not know Veiled Violet or her sisters. However, they did not give off the most harmonious vibes. Even when dead, there wasn’t a lot of peace. Only the rose and violet were left in the flower bed. Here, Zen hesitated. “All mushrooms are fungi… All fungi are mushrooms… The rose is true, and the violet is not blue…?”

"Dominic got me roses a few days ago, and Xander held grudges upon that so he gets me a type each day since I don't really have a favorite flower." Violet pretended to fake gag, muttering 'simp' under her breath, but eventually beamed when I finished my beautiful vase. "Where is he, by the way?" "He has some company business to sort, so he flew out this morning." Violet nodded slowly, chewing on her bottom lip as she looked around the empty kitchen. I immediately got the hint and knew she's struggling to form her thoughts for me. "Wanna go for a walk?" I asked and almost immediately Violet nodded and pretty much dragged me out by connecting our elbows.

"Like the princess, tea, or flower?" I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, a smile growing on my face. "The flower. Why do you—why do you call me Bloom?" Zac shrugged lightly, looking out the window. "I assumed it was the flower. Blooming—as flowers do." I inhaled sharply. I was—flattered, I think. Confused. I didn't think Zac was someone who would put thought into a nickname. It—kind of made my heart tug. It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be.

Atlas would be just another. ................. Violet sat outside, soaking up the sun. After days of stubborn clouds, the sky had finally cleared, letting sunlight spill freely across the land. Flowers were in full bloom, their colors brightening the view. The small pond in short distance had crystal blue water in it with a few ducks swimming by. Sean hesitated before making his weay towards her. He had shopped some things for her. Violet straightened up as she caught him from her peripheral visionand turned to look at him. Her eyes dslipped to the bag he was carrying, curiosity flickered in them.

“I…shame if you…read it straight.” "Never mind, I can't wait to read it." Violet quickly took the greeting card tucked into the bouquet of flowers, reading it silently with a floating smile. “You have to promise me never to sulk again. If you ever cry again, then the violets I gave you are not very suitable for you. Because your very beautiful name fits perfectly with the beauty of the Violet flower. I love you, Violet." After reading it to the end, Violet smiled even more as she picked up a single Violet flower, inhaling its aroma with pleasure.