Wilting Flower Novels & Stories

"These flowers are indeed a bit strange." "Strange?" Amelia looked at him. "What do you mean?" Carl spoke slowly, "Those flowers are called Nepenthic Flower. Legend has it that Nepenthic Flowers can make people forget all their troubles, but they can also devour memories. In the outside world, Nepenthic Flowers have long since disappeared. I didn't expect to see them here." "Devour memories?" Amelia was shocked. No wonder she felt an inexplicable sense of unease when she saw these flowers.

She could only process everything on her own. For almost an entire week, she hadn’t contacted him. In the end, he couldn’t take it anymore and called her. “I got the flowers you sent, but they died in the vase,” Wilfred said, pausing for a moment with a tone that sounded almost regretful. Karina almost thought she had misheard him. He continued, “Did I do something wrong with the way I kept the flowers?” Karina stumbled over her words, “Well... flowers that have been picked will wilt quickly, even if you put them in a vase. But if you liked them, I can send more.”

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.”

I tried and soon I gave in and let my body give in to the pressure. “Sleep, tomorrow everything will be okay” his words were like a whisper but it was shouting to listen to him. I walk into the garden wall decorated with a variety of beautiful flowers, a white rose captures my attention from afar. Unlike the garden of the dark mansion which wasn't alone, this rose stood alone and was dying from the top right before my eyes. Before I could blink, the petals fell off one after the other and the stem rapidly dried off as if being hexed.

It's not hard to find out but it's just hard to find because it's in the middle of the forest. "Are those the flowers?" I asked to be sure even though I was sure. "Yes," Cayden answered me. "Then let's get one so we can get out of here," I promised and immediately went down into the water because it was only shallow. I immediately picked a flower. "August! That's-" "Oh my god! It withered." I screamed because I was surprised when I picked the flower. After all, it withered. What's happening? "Tss. Because you can't pick it up. You can't separate it from the water." Cayden said to me like he was annoyed.

It's not hard to find out but it's just hard to find because it's in the middle of the forest. "Are those the flowers?" I asked to be sure even though I was sure. "Yes," Cayden answered me. "Then let's get one so we can get out of here," I promised and immediately went down into the water because it was only shallow. I immediately picked a flower. "August! That's-" "Oh my god! It withered." I screamed because I was surprised when I picked the flower. After all, it withered. What's happening? "Tss. Because you can't pick it up. You can't separate it from the water." Cayden said to me like he was annoyed.

With a chuckle, I started walking home. The garden outside our house wasn’t too big or too small, split neatly down the middle by a trail of flat rocks leading to the main door. Along the white fence, flowerbeds brimmed with autumn chrysanthemums, marigolds, and pansies, their colors shifting with the season under Mom’s meticulous care. They were the flowers of the current season. I paused when I saw something that shouldn't be there, the flowers were wilting on the right side of the fence but they were normal on the left side.

he rasped, every syllable a blade. “Tell me why my daughter’s Vyris is withered.” I went completely still. Vyris. The midnight-blooming flower every royal bloodline in all the four regions plants at the birth of their offspring. A single drop of newborn blood in sacred soil, a single black seed dipped into it. The flower grows with the child, drinks moonlight, lives as long as the royal does. Cut the Vyris and the royal still breathes. But whenever the Vyris blackens and dies, it means only one thing… The royal whose blood runs in its soil is gone. Forever.

Meanwhile Zinnia was standing in the backyard staring at the withered flower, its petals curling inward as though shrinking from the cold. Surprisingly there were some flowers grown here as well, in such a cold and freezing climate, Galanthus and Eranthis, they planted these flowers in this small garden which actually held onto the flowers for very long, defying the season around them.

My steps lead me outside, into Elena’s garden. I shiver from the cold once I open the glass door. But all the cold is forgotten the instant I notices the state of her garden. All the roses that once bloomed in rich colors, now hang wilted, with petals shriveled and brittle stems. A pang of sadness grips me. It feels symbolic, somehow, this garden is fading as quickly as its owner’s strength I crouch near one of the bushes and brush my fingers over a dead bloom. Maybe some of them can still be salvaged if trimmed, watered and cared for. But most are too far gone.