Winter Flower Novels & Stories

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.”

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

Flora Amor acted as though she didn’t hear a thing and walked straight into the office. “Damn you! You bitch! I’m talking to you!” Veron screamed after her. Ignoring her still, Flora Amor stepped inside—and stopped. A bouquet of roses sat on the desk, along with an invitation card. Curiosity nudged her forward. She picked up the card. A wedding invitation. Dixal and Shelda’s wedding. Her brows lifted. 'Who commissioned this—Shelda?' A bitter laugh spilled from Veron behind her. “What? Shocked? Even you couldn’t escape Dixal’s games. Three days from now, he’s marrying Shelda. All your fantasies about him end there.”

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

The dried flowers didn't look very appealing, which was a bit of a letdown, given how nice its name sounded. After a moment of observation, Davis asked, "Isn't this just the Snow Lily?" Liam nodded with a smile. "Yes, it's also called Snow Lily or Skysnow Lily. There are several varieties, but this one is the most suitable for medicinal use." At the mention of Skysnow Lily, Carissa's face lit up with recognition. "Ah, so it's a kind of Snow Lily. I've heard of how rare Skysnow Lily is, but is it really that scarce in Starhaven?"

"The flowers grow larger than anywhere else in the garden. They pulse with the warmth of the ones who rest beneath them." Winter knelt beside Clara's grave and placed her hands on the soil. The gold flowers pulsed brighter, and the watcher's attention focused on her with an intensity that made Morwen's anchor sense hum. "She is here," Winter said. "Clara. I can feel her presence. She is not gone. She is in the flowers." Morwen knelt beside her. "The watcher told me the same thing. But hearing it from you—it helps." Winter looked at her. "The watcher loves you. It wants you to know that. It has always loved you. It will always love you."

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.”

They swirled gently from left to right, and then forward and backward, like a shy bride dancing. The flower was Roksolana's favorite of all the flowers blooming around. And some of those flowers include the Lilly, the red rose, the hibiscus, the coneflowers, the daisy, and the sunflowers. There was also the milkweed which attracts butterflies and other wildlife around it. All of which any other lady wouldn't mind gazing at. All but Roksolana. Even her maids sometimes asked her why she loved the flowers so much.

Evelyn frowned confused, "How? It's almost winter... How are there so many flowers?" The boy smiled, "These are plants and trees that blossom in winter," He said, his voice brimming with excitement. "Look! This one is a cherry tree, it's my favorite." He said pointing to the tree with pink flowers. "And this is a magnolia, it's beautiful, isn't it? "

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.