Wild Flower Novels & Stories

Someone. The forest opens suddenly into a small clearing, sunlight filtering through the canopy to illuminate a carpet of unusual wildflowers—species I've never seen before, with luminous blue petals that seem to glow from within. In the center of the clearing, a woman kneels, gathering these flowers into a basket.

She turned her head to look at him. "Hi," he said softly, presenting the small violet flower towards her. Sera's gaze flickered down at the unfamiliar flower. She tried to identify it but couldn't. "It's Etna Violet," he answered her unasked question. Nudging the flower closer, he added, "a flower for a wildflower." "I am not a wildflower," she stated flatly, making no move to accept the flower. Giovanni smirked, moving closer. "Growing at the most unlikely places, blooming against all odds. You are a wildflower," he described, raising the flower between their faces. Sera was at a loss for a comeback. She didn't know how to respond, no one had ever described her like this.

Klara sighed walking towards the lilies. The flower bed has all kinds of lilies including her favourite Madonna lilies. Her pseudonym 'White flower' was derived from these, in memory of Julia and her past. Looking at them made her feel refreshed and she kind of missed painting so much. It's been almost a month since she made new painting and didn't know what happened to the one she painted before getting kidnapped.

Despite his labor and the madness of his quest, he pressed on, driven by a relentless desire. As he ascended, wild plants and thorns cut into him, leaving scratches and blood, but he pressed forward undeterred. Eventually, he reached the summit, took a deep breath, and gazed at the scattered flowers on the pristine snow. He marveled at the rare edelweiss, Switzerland's national flower, which only grows in small quantities on the highest peaks. Carefully, he laid out a cloth and began to gather the delicate, translucent white flowers.

"So, what's wrong? How it'd happened?" "The healing potion manufacture has become quite slow due to the main source of the healing potion being stolen.” "What's it? Yellow Flower?" Cole's eyes bulged as his mouth slack opened. Yellow Flower was a magical wildflower and useful for a healing ingredient. Not many knew about it as not many people knew the exact whereabouts of it. The flower was also located in the highest polluted forest where monsters lurked around and some could be found around the monsters' nests. Hence, it was a valuable item that one could possess.

, she picked my dress and combed my hair and we went to the garden. The path was muddy, it seems they're watering the plants daily . It has varieties of flowers , different types of colours in it and the butterflies and bees are surrounding the flowers . it's a pleasing sight . I walked until the end of the path , there was nothing , but just grass . then, a single daisy flower caught my attention . it's grows in a corner of garden and hidden itself from others eyes . it's resembles my situation , where this world is a garden ; And I at the other end , just a

, he turned to her and smiled. "Ah, you must be the prince's wife, go in", he opened the barbed wire gate for her to go in which she did. It wasn't a smooth road but she could walk with her heels on it. Flowers lined the road and it got narrower and less smooth the more she walked. At a point, she took off her shoes. Seeing light coming from the end of the walk, she walked even faster until she found herself standing at a dock. It was beautiful. She turned and saw her husband walking towards her sexily with a bouquet of red roses and a bottle of champagne in his hands.

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

The swelling started to recede right in front of me. Kane was at my side, dropping to his knees, gently helping me lift the woman’s head into his lap while Amanda ran off to get more supplies. “Fogflower,” she rasped. “I’m highly allergic to Fogflower.” I looked at Kane. Fogflower. It was a highly allergenic plant known for its invisible pollen. It could cause hayfever in wolves who were never even known to have allergies. For wolfless, it could completely dull the senses, making it impossible to scent even the strongest things.

“I have no idea what a fucking Willop flower is, Eden.” “Oh…well, it’s red and has blue spots on the petals. You can’t miss it.” He huffs a little but edges down the side of the bank to join me anyway. We both begin to search, raking through the tall grass with our fingers for a few minutes. “Wait, is this it?” Conall asks, plucking a flower from the ground to bring it over for inspection. “Gently!” I hiss, watching how he grips the flower in his enormous hand without any care whatsoever.