Wild Flower Novels & Stories

Both she and Darien were eager to hear what Silva had to say about her sister. As Jake carried her upstairs, she took in the numerous images of mountain wildflowers that were displayed on the walls. Gorgeous, vibrant, and vivid: golden mountain dandelions, pink milkweed that resembles starbursts, purple thistle, and lavender columbine poking out from the base of an alpine grove. “Who took these pictures?” Jake’s gloomy face lightened a bit. “Me.”

(Kaan’s POV) “Do you really have to stand so close to the cliff?” I turn to look at Raya, who is standing a safe distance away from the edge. Wrapped in her thick yellow jacket and green woolen scarf, she reminds me of a Caltha Palustris or most commonly known as marsh marigold, which is a wildflower common in the Faroe Islands during May and June. She’s so beautiful, my chosen mate. “Why don’t you join me? The view here is much better.”

In that same field, there were two wolves; a brown one and a white one. We stopped running when I saw a beautiful flower that seemed different. I picked it up and sniffed. I couldn't tell what specie it was, but its scent was satisfying to my whole body. Killian sniffed it and smiled, "it's a moon lily." He pointed to another flower, blue but having a different pattern, "look there. That one's a moon rose. They're both good for our wolves to inhale." I looked at him with confusion. "I'll show you," he said. He waved at the brown wolf, "come here, Alek!"

Creak. Creak. The two men were back on the road, their horses moving at a slow, steady pace, making the ride in the small cart feel easy and comfortable. They passed tall trees lining the path, their shadows casting sharp, shifting patterns on the ground as they journeyed home. The weather had shifted since their departure, and nature seemed to be alive with vibrant color. Flowers bloomed in full display, enhancing the beauty of the landscape. Butterflies fluttered gracefully through the air, their delicate wings shimmering. Birds sang from the treetops, some fluttering in the breeze, their wings spread wide as they danced in the sky. Above them, the sky was a clear, brilliant blue, streaked

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ғɪʀᴇғʟɪᴇs

“No, it is just a flower that I know of. I am not up to date on the flowers of the fae.” Xylia looked at the flower but didn’t smell it or pick the petals off. Xylia looked at him, wondering if he would tell her what the flower was. He seemed to be thinking it over. She could always ask her mother about the flower if she had to. The flower was amazing, it glowed an amazing purple color. “So, you aren’t going to tell me what the flower is about?” Xylia asked as she lay it across her lap.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

The flower she had gifted me earlier. “You didn’t throw it away,” she says. I glance at the flower in her tiny hand. “Do you know what it is?” she asks, carefully brushing the petals with her thumb. “It’s a wish flower. Each petal has a wish in it.” I frown. This is child’s play. There is no such thing as –- holy shit. Right before my eyes, the petals begin to glow. Faintly at first, then stronger. A soft, golden shimmer begins to envelope each petal and lights up the room.