Wisteria Petals Novels & Stories

Nothing immediate that suggest harm. It looks… harmless. This is what makes the silence tighten. Because of the way he holds it. Careful. Measured. Like it’s something that demands respect rather than something that can be dismissed. He raises it slightly, just enough for everyone in the room to see it clearly. Not high, not dramatic—just enough that no one can miss it now. For a moment he does not speak. He lets us take a look. Let’s us think. Let’s us be wrong about it. Then— “This,” he says calmly, “is Snowbloom Wisteria.”

She quickly pulled herself together and let Kaze do his job. It took two minutes for her back to be covered in a layer of medicine. A macabre, nine-petaled lotus unfurled across Sasha’s flawless back. The black and red lotus, bearing nine petals, blossomed on her entire back. One petal trailed down the nape of her neck, the very tip that Kaze had glimpsed before. These petals seemed to pulsate with sinister energy, and their vibrant hue was an ominous crimson. Each petal was marred by grotesque, face-like patterns.

Sharmaine and Augustus stood under the wisteria tree, people often say, wisteria symbolizes undying love, flowers bloom for one person, wither for one person. He reached out, and a wisteria petal fell onto his palm. Augustus holds Sharmaine in his arms, he kisses her gently on her forehead, the kiss is full of love and nostalgia, he doesn't want to have huge strength, he doesn't want to be the strongest, Augustus just want Sharmaine to be happy.

she says. She drops her cutlery and cleans her mouth while standing up. Sarah can feel her excitement bloom so she also stands up. "Let's go pick your Petals of Power," Katie says as she waits for Sarah who is finishing up in a much slower pace. Her words make Sarah look up, "my what of what?" "Petals of power" she repeats. Sarah looks confused so she goes on to explain. "The Petals of Power is a flower every witch possesses. It's the first thing you select as a witch or should I say, it chooses you."

The balcony is made from plants mostly, and some purple and blue flowers. Wisteria, bellflower, foxglove, lavender, purplish blue veronica, freesia, blue-tinted statice, and cornflowers. They are beautiful, so eternal but if you look closely you see they aren't full of life. There's something strange in those color shades. Like they are out of the world. So dark and so full of... I don't recognize this thing. Maybe, I'm just delusional. Yes, I might be, being here in this 'too much too purple' world where I feel all kinds of foreign emotions and all kinds of shades of blue and violet.

It was a flower. A crystal flower pulsating with demonic energy. The petals were transparent like glass, but inside each petal flowed dark purple energy. The system reacted. [Warning.] [Extreme demonic energy detected.] [Unknown treasure discovered.] Nesca slowly approached. “What kind of flower is this? Why does it seem a petal is missing?” She circled the altar with caution. For a moment, she had forgotten about the danger. It was as if she was drawn to it. The crystal petals shimmered as she moved nearer. “There are eleven petals.”

However, she had had so many incidents involving men and boys, that she was convinced that Tim was the best she was going to get, so she settled. She heard a sound like a wind chime. She looked up to see the petals from a rose bush falling into the swimming pool. Petals were slowly falling off from the bush, journeying their way and dropping gently on the pool. She frowned. Was she seeing things again, or were they really glowing? Grace stood up and slowly walked towards the bush. Sure enough, each time a petal landed on the surface of the water, it made a sound like a spoon on glass – resonating through the garden. “I must be dreaming,” she whispered to herself and smiled. She reached out t

“SO, EVEN THOUGH I FORBID YOU from leaving your room, you still did?” Serena Lasen was not mad. On the contrary, she was ecstatic because she was going to punish Magnolia. She took an excited deep breath. “Bring me the whip from the drawer.” Magnolia walked to the table and with shaking hands, opened the drawer. She took out the black whip. “No, not that one. The one with stones.” Magnolia’s twelve-year-old body shuddered. She grabbed the other whip and brought it to Serena. It had five braided leather pieces hanging from it, and each braid had a small stone attached to its end.

Although both the dresses she picked out for me were disliked by my mind and heart, The dull color grey, reminded me of the gloomy sky and my sad face. "Can I at least try the pink one I really don't like the colour" She pursed her lips grabbing the pink dress and handing it to me. I wore it and I felt somewhat better. "I don't like it. The grey one is better" I frown. "But mom" She showed me her angry face. "It's not your wedding Lilyan, We are getting the grey one" I clenched my jaw as she grabbed the grey and headed to the counter as I stood there.

I said. A swift wind blew, carrying with itself the petals of wisteria flowers. The black fume was still in my hand. Wisteria petals that fell on my hand slowly dispersed the fumes. Wisteria. “You were there for two days. How are you so calm?” He asked in a shaking voice.