Winx Club Flora Novels & Stories

Eva looked like an absolute bombshell. On her part, Flora wore a sequined peach top with a matching mini skirt that showed off her best assets – her shapely legs. Her curly hair framed her face perfectly, accenting her full lips and gray eyes. Crystal clear gems adorned her ears and wrists, glinting in the lights of the club. Flora knew she looked good – gorgeous even – and the knowledge filled her with a power she had forgotten she had. She had not felt attractive in a long, long while but right here and right now, Flora knew she still had it, that ability to make heads turn when she entered a room.

She throws her hair over her shoulder and winks, “Of course I know that. Now what?” I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly, “I convince this plant to grow.” Her eyebrows raise almost to her hairline but she remains silent, letting me work. Placing my fingertips lightly in the soil I close my eyes and connect to the root of the plant, ‘Hi there, I know your life has just begun but someone important is in trouble and I really need you to grow.’ I wait and feel for the heartbeat of the plant, a flower called Xion. It’s pale blue with silver tips and looks very similar to a lily. Moment’s pass and I finally feel the heartbeat, faint but there. It becomes stronger as the plant starts to grow

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

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?"

"You don't tire easily, do you?" Dax smirked, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "No. Not when the client is as enthusiastic as you." Flora slid off the counter, her legs nearly giving out. She looked at the mess on the floor—the fruit, the mail, the scattered robe. "I need to wash off," she murmured. "I need a bath. I need some cold water to give me back my strength." Dax stepped closer, his shadow looming over her in the dark kitchen. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.

she apologized. “This!” shouted Pablo and he clutched the flowers from Nadi’s head and wrist. He also saw the flowers on the doll and snatched it with his hands. “These are forbidden inside the house.” “I’m sorry, Sir, I did not know,” said Flora. “Where did you get these?” asked Pablo angrily as he saw the sanaria leaves sticking out of the basket that Flora was carrying. “At the vegetable patch, Sir. I just thought to bring some for the chicken broth that I’m cooking for lunch,” explained Flora.

“I used to come here to play with my friends as a pup.” “Can we go?” Gavin excitedly asked. Ainar, very much endeared, he can’t really say no to Gavin, he thinks. With his wide eyes sparkling in excitement, pink-tinted cheeks bunching up in a shy smile, Ainar thinks he doesn’t notice it but the omega is almost bouncing on the heels of his feet. He smiled back at him, somehow as equally excited, and nodded at him. They walk past the trees and through the tall grass and to the bed of flowers. Many different flowers grew on the clearing. Trees surrounded the space, gone are the thick canopy of leaves shielding them from the sun earlier, sun shone brightly at the area.

Flora brought her hands to her waist and sighed. All she could do was support Clara and make her feel loved and less lonely. After a while, Flora finally left the spot and walked up the stairs and went to her room to take a quick shower before going back to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast. Meanwhile, Clara who had run upstairs to her room was standing with her back resting on the door. Her chest tightened and her breath was heavy. Early on, Clara had felt a sudden surge of power. she was losing control and it scared her. Scared of hurting Flora or her friends. Clara could feel her power growing stronger by each passing day and she knew so little about handling it but then the old lady'

“It’s just like I warned. The moonveil blossom can serve as either a cloaking plant or a hallucination pollen. Whoever your mate saw was a trick of the mind. Not you.” “Save me the science talk.” Then he looked at me with an emotion I wasn’t sure I wanted to peg as sincere. “I also did this for you, brother. Using the flower was to build a rift between both of you so after her death, you’d have no attachment to her death. She served her usefulness after all.” Diandra’s mother screamed, taking steps forward that were quickly intercepted by a guard. She threw herself back into her husband’s arms, sobbing. My fists closed with impossible tightness. I tried not to focus on the rage my wolf was f

Adrian drew her closer, gently brushing a kiss against the crown of her head. "Sleep, my Princess." Thunder rolled across the sky as the forest fell silent once more. Only the rain remained to bear witness as consciousness slipped away from Claire, and darkness claimed her completely. *****