Winter Flower Novels & Stories

Snowflakes fall, accumulating on the ground and covering the grasses and soils that were once exposed, as well as some parts of the houses and trees that no longer have thriving leaves. Finally, Spring arrives. Life is restored. The once-lost nature returns, and the beauty that had faded is replenished. Butterflies announce their presence as most animals begin to emerge. Love blossoms, and so does life. It's like a cycle that rotates endlessly, and Lui Xian experiences it all by Wu Luan's side. He obediently stayed in the palace, and Rushan occasionally visited to keep him company. He witnessed the passing of each day and night. Although he felt blissful, Rushan would sometimes catch him sta

Then , lady June smiled and welcomed me to their garden. Their garden was full of sunflowers , it's like a field in the villages with dragonflies surrounding it . Their mansion was surrounded by Boston ivy ( a shrub plant) . It's marvelous . I love this cool atmosphere. Then , I saw a angel , that's ORKHIS ANEMONE , the villainess, she has a long , shiny , silky Black hair with her purple eyes sparkles whenever She's excited . her pink lips are fluffy , if I were a male lead , I'll be her slave .

A girl named Shira asked. " Tonight. Xander will be transformed in three weeks time. I will arrange your marriage with him so that I can save our kind." " This is good news,my queen. I can't wait to become Xander's bride."She happily left the throne room. Shira is a vampire. She is 100 years old but the fact that vampire doesn't age made her look like a teenager. Queen Kate and her father had been friends for ages. This friendship could have led to marriage but along the line Kate fell in love with a human.

Chase stared at the pure flower in front of him, and a look of delight appeared in his eyes. “I’ve finally found the Sky Spirit Flower.” The Sky Spirit Flower could only survive in cold surroundings with spiritual energy. It was no wonder that it grew below the ancient spring. It was good timing for Chase. The flower bloomed every ten years, and it would last only three days. It would wither after three days, and even its roots would die. There was no way of transplanting it or trying to propagate it to farm it. That was why it could barely be found on the market.

It was a bunch, and this is the time of spring, It was the time for flowers to bloom. Zaidan's mansion wasn't as cold as he was. There were winter sweets, winter garden flowers and peach flowers. It was already the time of the winter flower withering, and basically you couldn't see any of them, but there were a lot of peach flowers, I reached out to take a peach flower that was lower down and I was able to easily pluck it by myself. I prayed to the huge flowers, feeling Sasha done as I held it to the tip of my nose to smell the peach blossom.

Just looking at it gave me goose bumps. “I’ve never seen this flower before,” I told her, sitting up, and Zion nodded his head to agree with me. “What kind of flower is it?” "It's called Giyeangi," Astrid said. "It's a very rare and deadly flower that grows only on the body of a dead werewolf who was not buried. It feeds on their blood and essence, and then releases a toxin that can kill any other werewolf who comes in contact with it." I gasped in shock. I had never heard of such a deadly flower before, but what has it got to do with my poison? We didn’t have any dead wolves who weren’t buried so the flower wouldn’t be in our pack.

I soon found out that Lord Enock was quite knowledgeable, just as he claimed, giving me a history of how certain of the flowers came to be part of the collection in the garden, and he mentioned them all by name to my amazement. He also spoke of their origins, since certain of them were not native to the Winterhill terrain, and he explained the mechanism they adopted which helped the flowers to be able to adapt to the harshly cold climate of Winterhill. This added to my fascination with Winterhill's advanced way of life, compared to the other kingdoms. "And this flower, hmm..." lord Enock paused, "This flower brings back memories." He stood and looked at the purple colored flower, touching th

I will make him beg. A short, bitter smile curves my lips. I sniff, wipe my face with the back of my hand, and stare out the tall windows at the eternal storm. On the pillow beside me — I don’t notice it until the torchlight catches the petals — sits a single black snowflower. Rare. Impossible in this frozen hell. Petals like midnight velvet, stem still beaded with fresh snow. He must have hunted the mountain for hours to find it. No note. Just the flower.

"Just telling you what I see." Near the end of the hunt, he stops in front of a decorative rose bush. White petals edged in pale pink, frosted with artificial snow. He plucks one and holds it out to me. "A winter rose," he says. "In Argentina, we call them rosa de escarcha. They only bloom in the cold. People think they're fragile because they look delicate, but they survive things that would kill ordinary flowers." His eyes hold mine. "Reminds me of someone. The most beautiful woman I know."