Winter Flower Novels & Stories

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

She pointed to the apartment building in front of the flower shop. Peeking at the building, the handsome young man gasped. “Oh? You are really near from here.” Jane nodded her head very quickly. “So, just like what I’ve said to you before, I studied in the Botany department. I know a lot about flowers and plants." She pointed to the flowers one after another and gave them their names. "White Lilac means innocence, blue Hydrangea means apology, Chamomile is a symbol of rest and relaxation, Blue pansy represents trust in love and..."

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

He was a vampire, obviously, his presence carrying that same unmistakable stillness she had learned to recognize, but she had never seen him before, and outsiders weren't allowed inside the mansion, were they? "Galanthus, so precious, and a beautiful flower resembling purity and hope. While Eranthis, a toxic, poisonous flower just like the people in this palace. They are poles apart yet are being forced to stay in the same place. No wonder galanthus withered faster than their actual time. And look at those vicious things, they still have some life in them." Zinnia wasn't familiar with this much information, yet she couldn't stop herself from saying something, the words slipping out before sh

Suddenly, an uninvited guest crashed the wedding halfway through. It was Carlo. He was bony, wearing a wrinkled suit, and holding a wilted bouquet of roses. He staggered in front of me, babbling, "Rosa… look, I brought you your favorite roses. Won't you marry me? Let's get married today." Luca's bodyguards moved in to remove him, but I held my hand up. I took the wilted bouquet of roses and looked straight at him. "Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding."

Sure enough, under the root of an already withered old tree, a completely white medicinal herb was found. The herb was still blooming with white flowers, which greatly shocked Dawson. It should be noted that Vetnal had entered December, and it was snowing almost every other day. The temperature at night was even lower, reaching minus twenty degrees. With such weather, very few wild flowers could survive. This white herb grew very inconspicuously. If you don't look carefully, you really won't notice. The flower was quite peculiar, as it had a six-pointed star shape like a snowflake.

Alethra laughed and said, well, I had to find away to hide what I was doing. There are four different types of flowers here, the first three are Lavender, Jasmine and Rosemary. As you know, are the main ingredients in making the scent masking spray that our warrior's use, when they are out to gather information. The last one is called MoonFlower, this flower only blooms at night. It is a really pretty white flower that shimmer like moon rays, even through it is really pretty, this flower has a secret. Every part of it is poisonous, even the roots. I said. Both Elzie and Amelia looked shocked at this piece of information.

The winter roses were in full bloom, their petals glowing silver under the moon, frost edging their thorns like delicate lace. Liera gasped as they stepped into the clearing. “Wow… I had only heard of them. Never seen them.” The frozen roses stretched before them, their blooms perfect and ethereal, silver frost sparkling on every petal. The garden was a hidden jewel of Ravencrest, a place few were allowed to enter. Ryke had come here often when the weight of his duties grew too heavy. Now, he watched Liera as she stepped closer, her green eyes wide with wonder, fingers reaching out to touch a bloom without disturbing the frost.

A smile bloomed across her face small, genuine, the kind that made the sunrise look dim by comparison. “Because you’re as pretty as every flower here,” I finished. Her laugh was soft, surprised. “That could also be an insult. You do have a corpse flower in this garden, you know. I don’t want to be compared to that.” I blinked. “A what?” She bent gracefully and pointed to a strange, deep purple bloom half hidden behind a cluster of white lilies. Its petals were thick, almost fleshy, unfurling like something alive and hungry. “Titan Arum. It looks like something out of a nightmare, but when it blooms fully…” She leaned closer and inhaled. “It has the sweetest scent. Like vanilla and honey and

she said slowly. "Discount sun," Dante corrected, taking a sip of his coffee. "The real one still arrives on schedule. This is the early-access version." A convoy of vehicles rolled into the compound below. Workers began unloading crates—rare flowers that bloomed only in direct light, heat-sensitive orchids, gold-thread banners embroidered with wolf motifs, crystal light sculptures shaped like howling wolves and crescent moons. An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow.