Novel & Cerita Wonder Flower

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

He looked down at the little flower he was currently holding, a single question bothering him. Why'd you decide to come now?

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

We strolled along the stone-paved streets. "The Sakuras are blossoming." She said as she pointed to the line of Sakura trees. The wind blew and the Sakura flowers swayed in the wind. One managed to land on top of Amelia's head. As the flowers slowly fell to the ground, I saw a glimpse of sadness in her eyes but she quickly covered it with a smile. "There's a flower on your head." I said. She tried to reach for it but she couldn't find it. I got it for her and she put it in her hand.

Its petals shimmered with an otherworldly iridescence, shifting between shades of silver and pale blue as if capturing the very essence of moonlight. Lilly's heart raced as she realised what she was looking at. Moon Roses, the legendary flower of the Moon Goddess herself, were only meant to bloom once in a lifetime, but now a second one had appeared in front of her. At least while she wasn’t in a trance at first, and this one was like the first one, not like the three that everyone thought might be some kind of countdown.

“Not the ashbalm. Especially not now that it’s finally blooming.” My gaze darts to the flowers, and it’s a miracle. The white buds, still speckled with Eldrick’s blood, are unfurling into delicate petals as intricate as tatted lace, and they glow. The entire wheelbarrow is illuminated as if by moonlight. And the scent. It fills my nose and thrums in my veins. It smells like perfect memories and wonderous dreams. “Well, I guess it wasn’t the soil that was the issue after all,” the witch says, gathering her skirts and rising from a bench. “I guess it just wanted a different kind of watering.”

Alpha Donald asked. "Oh there's nothing magical about the flower." His wife responded in a wise tone. "Simply herbal just beyond our expectation." She looked sternly at all of us. "No one, and I mean no one else alive, must know about this flower we have in our possession. In fact, neither should the dead!" "Woah! Is it really that special?" Darius questioned and I replied to him in Luna Freya's stead. "A plant with healing properties beyond a witch's magic and good luck beyond a leprechaun's gold. Rare and beautiful, its scent alone could cure your sickness."

Wherever she is, she’s sure of one thing: this place is not for humans. Even though she's ignorant of so many things, they don't need to tell her everything just to know something. “Am I d-dead?” she asked without even thinking again while looking at her surroundings. In the place where they were standing, there were a variety of flowers of which she knew a few because of her grandmother. Ipomoea alba, also called moonflower or tropical white morning glory, blooms only in the late afternoon until night.

It have black stems but white petals. “So, this is the famous marigold flower.” Bella walked to it. “So, only one of these bloom every ten years.” She stared at it for a while, then suddenly she felt something tugging at her. A physical force was pulling her inside the flower. Her soul seems to be drifting into the flower. When she woke, she found herself inside the marigold flower. She was engulfing in its white petals. Feeling something swirling around her she looked at it. It was going inside her veins.

I reached for her hand, "now, you will feel it for the rest of your life." She beamed in gratefulness, facing me. "Do you want to know another fascinating thing about the flower of destiny?" Enthusiastically, I nodded. "It's almost similar to every other flower you see around but quite different. I have never seen it myself either but according to the witch family archives, the flower of destiny grows in a secluded and mysterious forest that requires a special spell to be seen by the ordinary eyes. The forest lies here," she pointed to a spot on the map, "it only blooms on specific nights of the full moon. This means that even if we get to the flower in time, we have to hope that it is its t