Wonder Flower Novels & Stories

The flower looked perfectly fresh and alive, as if it had just been plucked from the earth a second ago. Vivian’s breath hitched in her throat. Her blue doe eyes went wide with absolute shock. She covered her mouth with both of her hands, staring at the glowing flower. "A Moon Whisper flower..." she whispered, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. "Jacob... how? These flowers only grow on the highest, most dangerous peaks of the northern mountains. They die within an hour if they are not kept in special magic soil."

“No, it is just a flower that I know of. I am not up to date on the flowers of the fae.” Xylia looked at the flower but didn’t smell it or pick the petals off. Xylia looked at him, wondering if he would tell her what the flower was. He seemed to be thinking it over. She could always ask her mother about the flower if she had to. The flower was amazing, it glowed an amazing purple color. “So, you aren’t going to tell me what the flower is about?” Xylia asked as she lay it across her lap.

She pressed the finger, spilling a drop of Kayla's blood on the flowers. Kayla's mouth went agape, stunned by her sight. A drop of her blood made the flowers bloom bigger, brighter, and new. “So unbelievable,” she said softly, staring at her finger. A smile curled her lips, and she bit her lip. “I’m speechless.” There was nothing to doubt. It was supernatural for her blood to do such a miracle. So… she was a fairy. She looked at Jenifer. “Th—thanks for making me realize what I am.” Jenifer flicked her an indifferent smile, before returning the vase and flower to the place where she took it.

He looked at it closely, a look of puzzlement on his face. "That's no ordinary flower," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "It's a wish flower." "A wish flower?" I asked, my eyes wide. "What's that?" "It's said that if you make a wish upon a wish flower, your wish will come true," my father said. "But only if you truly believe." I felt a surge of hope, a sense that anything was possible. I closed my eyes and made a wish. When I opened them again, I was filled with a sense of peace.

If they could not win Charmine location-wise, they could only… Thinking of something, Max’s eyes lit up as he said to Waverly, “What about this: I’ll ask them to move over all of the newly-bred White Camellia flowers for the decoration in two days.” When Waverly heard that, her frown eased slightly. “Alright. Thank you, brother.” She smiled. The White Camellia was a mysterious flower that only existed in mythology. Rumors had it that there were only leaves with no petals. It was a very rare species.

The path seemed bloody scary, but she had comfort and a sense of love, her new parents were explaining how the rouge punters had laid waste to the werewolf lands, and how everyone was scared to say or do anything about it. On the other side of the path, She beholds a magnificent Flowering Vegetation full of beautiful different flowers. She could see her favourite flower the 'Bleeding heart'. It stood proudly amid Orchid, lilies, Dahlia, Roses, Tulip, Cherry blossoms, and a lot more which she couldn't even know the name of. She left the other scary path and went over to the beautiful pasture. She closed her beautiful eyes and took a deep breath, the scent of the heavenly vegetation making her

That's an adventure I've yet to embark upon, an experience waiting to unfold. I find myself amidst a vibrant tapestry of nature's creations – wild lilies sway gracefully in the breeze, their delicate petals kissed by the sun's warm embrace. Peonies, with their luxurious blooms, add splashes of color to the scene, while an array of other flowers, their names lost to me, contribute their own unique beauty to this enchanting garden. Surprisingly, Valen's appreciation for flowers is evident in this breathtaking display.

"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.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.