Agent Orchid Novels & Stories

The Vampire Hater shoves me in the backseat of the car, and the pack elder snarls at him, telling him to be gentle. Once I'm seated, the elder takes out a needle, and the stronger scent of the ghost orchid invades my nostrils, I remain still as he jabs me on the shoulder. “Sorry, princess,” he murmurs. “I need to do it.” He closes the door, and before I know it, I feel the fatigue that overtakes my body as the ghost orchid, also known as the vampire’s poison, does its job.

Clara sobbed. "So what?" Ethan’s voice was cold, stripped of all warmth. "In three days, she will accept my mark. And once our mating bond settles, all her pack's secrets will flow to me. The Moon Orchid seeds. Her formulas. Everything." My blood ran cold. Moon Orchid seeds? That was our Crescent Moon Pack's most precious secret. The core ingredient for the perfumes that strengthened a wolf's soul was the Moon Orchid! "And then?" Clara breathed. "Then, I petition the council to dissolve the bond. I'll claim the wolfsbane fractured her mind, that her second wolf has driven her insane," his voice was a venomous hiss. "By then, everything she has will be mine, including all those formulas."

"Okay. Mira did good." He walked over to a display of white orchids that looked like moths in flight. "Phalaenopsis," Elion read the placard. "Moth Orchid." "They represent innocence," Cale said, standing behind him. "Do they? I thought they represented expensive grocery store gifts." "Symbolism changes with context." Elion moved to the next display. A riot of pink and orange. "What about these?" Elion asked. "Cattleyas," Cale said. "Passion."

Snatching up a strip of test paper, I spray a bit on the end, then do the same on another paper with the fake. Handing the first to the mortified she-wolf, I explain, “Top notes of moonflower, night-blooming jasmine, and rare orchids, with basenotes of wolfswood and patchouli.” Exchanging the papers I elaborate, “But this one doesn’t have the orchids or wolfswood, which are extremely expensive and difficult to find. Instead it has aconite, which smells similar and is infinitely cheaper, but it can also be quite toxic if you have long-term exposure.”

Because they don't work just for obedience, but for devotion. “ I have something for you …”, calls me into a corner the woman who was the first to raise her voice on behalf of the group, “It's simple. My brother brought it back from a trip and it's already a little wilted. However, you can feel its scent. It is a Miltonia orchid, from Colombia. To remind you of the land, Dennis said you are Colombian too.

Just beyond a jagged rock outcrop near the absolute edge of the steep path, swaying gently in the biting breeze, grew a single flower. It wasn’t just any flower. A breathtaking, deep violet bloom. Orchid-like. Almost glowing under the overcast sky, as if it didn’t belong to this cruel world. “That’s Victoriae-reginae, known as Queen's Orchid.” he said calmly. “One of the rare medicinal orchids. Grows only in hellish cliffs like these. The market pays a fortune for it.” ​I stared at the delicate bloom, my mind struggling to connect the dots. “So?”

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after page. Half the book is taken ov

She walks through the flowers, letting the cool air brush against her face. The sight before her was breathtaking, there were over a thousand flowers, mostly orchids covered in glowing lights across the entire oasis but something about it didn't feel right. She takes a good look at the white and purple orchids again. "These flowers aren't supposed to bloom for another 18 years after my trial. Yet here they are, fully open and more beautiful than ever. Helixia's smile slowly fades away, confusion crossing her face. She tries to reach down to touch one of the orchids, but stops as the deep, loud ticking of time itself sounds across the entire Oasis.

After our little heart-to-heart, she returned to the Kartheca, so I’ll be meeting her there for dinner. With a snap of my fingers, a long-stemmed golden orchid appears in my hand. Every flower and the stem itself looks as though it was dipped in gold and has the sweetest vanilla perfume. No dinner is complete without a floral gesture, and I couldn’t think of any flower on earth that does my firefly justice, so I created one. As pure and gold as the heavenly blood that flows through her veins, and smelling of vanilla just like her. She also smells like orchids, hence why I decided it had to be an orchid. Yildiz had mentioned that she can see magic, so I’m hoping she can see this.

The fragrance was so welcoming and the different colors and varieties were breathtaking. “I hope your mom likes flowers,” Brayden said as he went up to the counter to ask how long it would take for a bouquet. “Do you happen to have the Gold of Kinabalu orchid?” “It is extremely rare but I do carry them. Unfortunately I sold the last three stems,” The shopkeeper told him.