Wild Flower Novels & Stories

Rows of tall, golden cornstalks rustled in the breeze, their emerald eaves shimmering in the golden sunlight. Amidst the fields, wildflowers painted the landscape with splashes of colour. Bright orange tiger lilies and delicate clusters of purple heather danced in the wind, their fragrant blooms adding a touch of elegance to the rural tableau. The air carried a mix of scents—freshly cut grass, earthy soil, and the sweet perfume of wildflowers. Vivienne caught glimpses of buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies dancing amongst and above the blossoms, evidence of a thriving ecosystem outside of human interference.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

She shrugs. Ahead of them, the princess saw a blue petaled flower. She picks it up when she got nearer to it. She stared at it for a good while, and even smells it. Since it's just a wildflower, it doesn't really have a special fragrance on it. However, it gives off a refreshing smell.

When he said something, it was hardly a suggestion, it was a command. She followed him to the meadow near the lake, where purple prairie clover jutting out of the knee-high yellow grasses. He surveyed the area thoroughly as he walked to the midst of the field. A rich variety of fall wildflowers spread over the land. He bent down and picked some wild blue aster. "They will be perfect for a beginner." He passed the wildflowers to her and she took them. She never saw wild asters in that color before. In her hometown, they were mostly in white and yellow.

She snorted. "Wait here." She said before scurrying off to retrieve a flower. Moments later she came back with a wide grin spread across her lips. "What are these called?" She retrieved flowers from behind her. It had yellow disk florets at the middle surrounded by white delicate petals and a contrasting glossy like a green leaf hanging from the tiny stem. "That's a Lilly." He replied enthusiastically. Aurora shook her head and said. "Tell me Fredrigo, why are you here? And don't lie about it."

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

"Not the most beautiful, yet still remarkable talent." Grey watched as flowers bloomed wherever she stepped. Healthy. Strong. Exactly the sort of ability his kingdom needed. "Her specialty?" Grey asked. "Green colored plants and flowers." Interesting. Very interesting. Grey put a note to bid for Lady Sage inside his mind. With this kind of ability, The Everlasting Tree could live for another many years. Nearby stood another young woman dressed in yellow. Golden flowers bloomed around her like sunlight made tangible. Her smile appeared warm. Gentle.

mine being studying, and his being preparing his next lecture. I settle into the little desk in my room, smiling at the vase of flowers I’ve set there that Axel had delivered this morning. It’s a mix of colorful wildflowers in a silver vase. One in particular catches my eye, a yellow flower in a strange tube shape. It looks familiar, so I pull out my Green Mountain Botanical Species book and flip through it. “Thank you for the flowers,” I tell Axel through the mind-link. “You’re welcome, love,” he replies. “I thought you’d like some of our local wildflowers instead of the standard roses.”

A flower. Bright and vibrant and growing. I blinked and leaned closer to the glass as the carriage rolled on by. It was a wildflower, something that hadn’t needed to be cultivated and tended with care. It had grown despite all the odds against it, petals unfurling to the sky, soft and rebellious. Impossible, stubborn, stretching out of stone as if it had always been there. I said nothing to Kellan. I didn’t have to. He turned to me then, as if he’d seen it too. As if he understood the way I did.