Winter Flower Novels & Stories

She simply answered. “Narcissus?” She raised her eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure not the Narcissus in the Greek mythology. Since it’s a flower shop…Narcissus… Daffodils; are the flowers that are seen after the winter. The flowers represent rebirth. New beginnings… I like it.” Althea only smiled and said nothing. Victoria didn’t mind and asked another question. “I saw you earlier at the flower kiosk. Why are you in the mall, by the way? Is your business not busy? You're the owner, aren't you?"

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.

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

I was a nuisance alive, but if I were dead, my mother's connections and hidden assets would slip away. Neal stood nearby, brow furrowed, haunted by my calm gaze as I sat on the warehouse floor. There was no fear, no plea for help, and not even a glance in his direction. That look pierced him like a needle, stirring an inexplicable panic. Liam spoke up. "I found this in the alley behind the warehouse." He opened his hand, revealing a small silver bookmark etched with half a frost flower. It was my cherished keepsake. Olive's sobs paused, then grew louder. "That is Eira's favorite bookmark. Something has happened to her."

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.

James continued, “In ancient werewolf mythology, the Silver Moonflower was associated with lunar deities and werewolf rituals. It was believed that the flower’s essence could enhance a werewolf’s powers and connection to the moon.” Anne added, “The Silver Moonflower’s enchanting fragrance is said to have a calming effect on werewolves, soothing their instincts during the full moon’s intense influence.” Their presentation flowed smoothly, captivating the audience with the mystical allure of the Silver Moonflower. Mrs. Ramirez nodded in approval, impressed by their imaginative approach and thorough research into werewolf folklore. Hero continued, “The Starlight Blossom is known for its lumines

Adara grinned, chanting: "Even a man who is pure of heart And says his prayers at night May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms And the moon is full and bright.” Fawna smiled. “Dane is ‘a man who is pure of heart.’” “Agreed,” said Adara. This embarrassed me, and I turned my back to Fawna and scoffed. “A silly rhyme. This plant is perennial. It doesn’t bloom only under the full moon. Any botanist knows that.” Adara leaned to look closer at the blooms, and she reached to touch one of the hooded flowers.

She knew that this winter in New York was going to be the coldest winter of her life. *** The New York Metropolitan Museum. Silje couldn’t tell why he wanted to meet her here. She smiled bitterly as she remembered when two days ago, a large flower basket appeared for her at her agency. Pink roses. Even Klare seemed surprised. “Pink roses mean love oath, right? Silje, you reached the top fifteen on models.com, and so you must have a crazy fan now. I can tell that this is an expensive flower basket made by a boutique florist.”