Wild Flower Novels & Stories

Magda leads me around the car and opens the passenger door for me. Unsure, I climb in as I settle into the seat, feeling the coolness of the leather on my skin. As the jeep's engine fires up, I feel a swirl of emotions inside me. *** As Wolfgang drives, I focus on the beautiful scenery around us. The sun illuminates the extensive fields of the vineyard, where the vines stretch out in perfect rows. The vibrant colors of the ripe grapes contrast with the intense green of the leaves, creating an almost surreal image. The winding road led us through picturesque landscapes. The wind caresses my face, and for a moment, I feel that nature whispered in my ear, enveloping me in a tranquility that I h

With a determined expression, she points to her selection, signaling her choice. Finrir, after a moment of consideration, nods toward an oxyplant featuring oval leaves. Its unique characteristics catch his attention, and he feels a connection to it. Tritan's attention turns to a particular oxyplant, recognizing it as his sister's favorite. With one of its many ancestors being an orchid, this oxyplant boasts vibrant purple blooms speckled with bioluminescent patterns.

They have a huge garden at their home, where her mother grows all kinds of flowers for her shop. She spotted the gardener soon enough and began chatting with him. "Wow, isn't that flame lily?" Drishti asked, seeing the flower with wavy petals in orange, red, and hot pink hues, with a yellow base. Its flower consists of alternately arranged six petals that have an outer turning tendency. The gardener looked at Drishti in surprise. "You know it? It's a very rare flower," the old man asked. "My mother is a florist. She has all the flowers in her garden. I know many of them too. This one has medicinal effects too, doesn't it?" Drishti asked, remembering her mother making a paste of the flower an

"We are here already," "This is a forest" "A very beautiful one," I added. The car moved over stones and I drove into the wide path. Cars rarely frequented this place but there was still a path we could follow and as I drove past the bushes, Iris wound down the windows and plucked a flower. "I have never seen a hibiscus, Xavier. Only in pictures," She brought it to her nose and inhaled. "Doesn't smell as nice as I thought," "You have a terrible nose," I said and plucked the stalk from her hand. I stared at the white petals before bringing it to my nose. "This is the Hibiscus arnottianus, also called the Hawaiian white Hibiscus and it has a fragrance,"

Luna Natalie's eyes shimmered with excitement. "Woww!!! Which flower type is that, Luna? I've never seen something so gorgeous before." I was as petrified as her when I took a glance at it. It was a flower Blooming like a bird. I was totally in shock for it looked like a bird flying in the sky with its wings spread wide and head raised high. It was a flower though. A milky white plant growing into the shape of a bird with green feet. "They look like birds soaring in the sky!" I bent forward and to my surprise it smelled like mogra.

When I saw a group of tiny white blossoms trying to break through the thick pine needles covering the ground, I bent down and brushed the pungent needles aside. After selecting a couple, I rubbed my hands together to release the flower's delicious, spicy aroma. I held out my cupped palms to Aric and said, "Here, sniff." He bent forward and took a smell, seeming doubtful. He then stood back up and added, "Spicy." I sniffed my hands again and told him, "It's phlox." "Once upon a time, my father owned a book about wildflowers. I read it about twenty times before he finally agreed to swap it."

They swirled gently from left to right, and then forward and backward, like a shy bride dancing. The flower was Roksolana's favorite of all the flowers blooming around. And some of those flowers include the Lilly, the red rose, the hibiscus, the coneflowers, the daisy, and the sunflowers. There was also the milkweed which attracts butterflies and other wildlife around it. All of which any other lady wouldn't mind gazing at. All but Roksolana. Even her maids sometimes asked her why she loved the flowers so much.

Adara grinned, chanting: "Even a man who is pure of heart And says his prayers at night May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms And the moon is full and bright.” Fawna smiled. “Dane is ‘a man who is pure of heart.’” “Agreed,” said Adara. This embarrassed me, and I turned my back to Fawna and scoffed. “A silly rhyme. This plant is perennial. It doesn’t bloom only under the full moon. Any botanist knows that.” Adara leaned to look closer at the blooms, and she reached to touch one of the hooded flowers.

she nodded before leading me to the woman. As we got closer, my senses began stirring in a way that I had never felt before. I caught the most amazing scent I have ever smelt in my existence. It was a blend of vanilla, fresh wisteria flowers, and jasmine. I was drowning in lust and happiness with every step we took towards her. “Mam, your husband has arrived,” the attendant told her. She looked up, momentarily stunned, and my breathing caught. Her eyes were a magical swirl of rainbow colours. The attendant gasped, clearly not expecting that, but I was mesmerized. I also knew then that she was a special kind of supernatural creature, but I wasn’t sure which one.

"The magic here is... it's alive." Suddenly, the forest opened up to reveal a hidden glade, a circular clearing bathed in a soft, ethereal light. At the center of the glade stood a single, enchanting Moonflower, its petals shimmering with a magical glow. The flower radiated a power that seemed to pulse with life, its light casting a mesmerizing aura over the entire glade.