Wild Flower Novels & Stories

That's an adventure I've yet to embark upon, an experience waiting to unfold. I find myself amidst a vibrant tapestry of nature's creations – wild lilies sway gracefully in the breeze, their delicate petals kissed by the sun's warm embrace. Peonies, with their luxurious blooms, add splashes of color to the scene, while an array of other flowers, their names lost to me, contribute their own unique beauty to this enchanting garden. Surprisingly, Valen's appreciation for flowers is evident in this breathtaking display.

Lazarus opened his mouth to speak, but Izanna gave him a serious look, shaking her head as a warning to him to keep his trap shut. "They are here to see Opal, Papa Cedar. I promise you, I'll ensure they respect the forest," Izanna spoke keeping her head down. "Very well then, you may continue," Papa Cedar said as he yawned and his face disappeared in his bark. Mama Willow smiled moments before her face vanished inside her trunk as well. "That was weird," Nigel scoffed. They continued along the path when Lazarus noticed the wildflowers and other plants had faces and hands sprouting from them too. The flowers featured a full spectrum of colours; from pink to purple to white and red, every colo

I don’t know what kind of wildflower this is, maybe its name was ‘flower’. “You’re born pretty unscrupulously! Hey, that’s unfair!” he protested, plunging into the fields and hopping deliberately. Wait, why is he— “You reckless woman! Don’t you know what this is?” he mind linked, leaving my forehead creased bewilderedly. I stopped running and remained with my paws touching the soil. “No, why?” “Seriously? Marianatha? You didn’t know what this is?” Still confused, I shook my head. Looking around me, there were only grasses and flowers in purple color. What’s with these?

"M-marigold, I—" "Don't talk, Ella!" I cut her off. Now I felt tears running down my cheeks. But I wiped it like what a brave woman does. We both went to a peaceful place just inside the campus. We sat at the bench and looked at the beautiful scenery just infront of us. A garden full of beautiful flowers. I can even smell their scents. How I wish I was just a flower. Doing nothing but just sway and impress humans by its captivating physical appearance and addicting smell. Even if I'm just the only flower in a certain area, I wouldn't feel lonely because I don't have emotions just like a human have. "I'm sorry, Marigold. But I think Neil is right. I should stay away from everyone." She sadly

Just his eyes burning into mine. He was for a fourteen year old. I let him into my life, he held on the bumpy ride. I put up my first flower on the wall that day, next to a butterfly. It was a rose.

"The Everfrost flower is a flower that grows only on the peak of the mountain known as the Snow Lucradis. As for the Cecilia Waterlily, it comes from the country in the West, which we luckily still have in inventory." "Yeah, get to the point already. We don't have time for your grandfather's story. At the pace you're going, the King would be dead by the time you finish." Susie said as she folded her arms and glanced at Louis from the chair she was seated in beside Xander's bed.

I begin to pace towards the surrounding walls of the castle, searching for the hidden doorway within. As I'm searching, I take in the different varieties of plants growing in a wild formation all around me. There is one flower that particularly catches my eye and distracts me from my current task. It's shaped petals resemble a lily flower yet the variety of colours and stems that shoot from it's center cause a waterfall of vibrant colours and an intoxicating scent to put the lily flower to shame with it's simplicity in comparison to this vivid display of nature's beauty. 'I'll have to enquire with my mother about what type of floral this is, as I've never seen it before'. With that thought i

It was like we were completely invisible. April, what is going on? I whispered in our mind. She whined, taking a step toward them. I thought they would follow me into the mist. Can they not see us? As she walked forward, my eyes dropped to the forest floor. A small, vibrant purple flower grew right by her front paw. Stop! I yelled. April, look down. That purple flower. That is wolfsbane. But not the mutated strain the hunters use. That is the original celestial strain. The books say it has been extinct for three hundred years. It only grows in the Moon Goddess’s realm.

Several older wolves narrowed their eyes at the two interlopers who had spent the last few days strutting around like they owned the place. Martha opened her mouth. Closed it. “Second,” I continued, lifting the crystal box so the light caught the petals, “this is not a wildflower. This is Moon-crown Blossom. It blooms once a year for a single day, high on cliffs no sane wolf would climb. It purifies even high-grade wolfsbane. I searched for years to find it.” Aman snorted from the sidelines. “You expect us to believe that’s some legendary herb? It’s a common weed. Don’t be ridiculous.”

I stood in front of the whiteboard, which Brooke was using and grabbed the marker before drawing a rough sketch of two plants on the whiteboard. “Look, kids,” I said, pointing at the two herbs I had drawn on the board. “This one is a witch hazel. It looks like a shrub with bare branches, and in winter, it sports bright, delicate “spider-like” flowers which have four ribbon-like petals, which are usually bright yellow and sometimes, they can be orange or red.”