Winter Flower Novels & Stories

I said, trying to sound casual. The corners of his lips lifted, just a small movement, but enough to soften his entire expression. I think the atmosphere is getting better. “Did you like the flower?” he asked. “The flower?” I repeated, then the image of it. “Yes… was that an orchid?” “Yes,” he replied. “A rare one. They say it takes a long time before it finally blooms, but once it does, it stays that way for a long time. It doesn’t wilt easily and can survive both the summer heat and the winter cold.” He paused, his eyes lingering on mine.

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.

Maya The first flower to bloom after winter was the snowdrop. Tiny. Fragile. White as freshly fallen snow. Most people overlooked it. Yet snowdrops possessed a stubbornness that larger flowers lacked. They bloomed when frost still covered the ground. When cold winds still howled. When spring seemed impossible. Freya used to say that snowdrops carried a message. New beginnings always arrived quietly. ///// When Serena had just stepped onto the stage, the audience froze their eyes to her.

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.”

The Winter Fairy At Winterfell… *** Everyone prepares for the upcoming event celebration taking place in Gardiana. Gardiana was decorated with beautiful ornamental flowers, rose petals, colourful blooming flowers, and nice calm rhythmic songs. Flora teleports herself over to Gardiana. She sees every life forms, the atmosphere calm and colourful beautiful view in sight. She hears a familiar voice calling out to her from a distance. “Hey! Flora? You finally came. It's nice to see you!” Ivy smiled, giving a hug around her shoulders.

“Same-sex love and devotion.” “And this one? What is it for?” He reached out to the delicate purple flower, and, despite herself, she pulled it back before he could touch the bloom. He raised his eyebrow. “Aislen?” “Aconite,” she explained. “Also known as wolfsbane.”

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."

If he survived this, I would curse him to death. My current focus was to find the two ingredients needed to make an antidote for Dimas' body. Black Selinide Mushroom and Turnia Flower Root. As for the Turnia Flower, I've seen it at the Glafelden City flower shop. Turnia flower was an annual plant with a height between 70 to 90 cm. Each stem has only one flower at the end of the stalk. The shape of the flower when the bud was like a drill bit but would be very beautiful when it bloomed. If the season came, the Turnia Flower, which has dozens of petals, would bloom clockwise. Because of its very beautiful shape, Turnia Flowers were hunted by people as gifts or decorations at home.

Jin shuddered–just thinking of how he is supposed to spend his days without her was horrifying, “Why milady, you wound me!” “…please don’t make me jealous of my own books.” He grinned, “I’ll keep that in mind, you–whoa…” A quiet gasp managed to escape him when his gaze automatically scanned their surroundings, eyes round in wonder. Although it was still winter, all of the flowers in this place are in full bloom as though defying the seasons itself, as though untouchable by passage of time itself. There were tulips (my mother’s favorite, he remembered with a twinge of sadness–her death was a wound that will never heal–as he subjected them with a lingering gaze) roses of different colors; whit