Agent Orchid Novels & Stories

The room was immaculate with some living plants inside, Green saw an orchid facing the window, remembering her dead mother who also loved orchid. “You want that flower? If you want it, I will ask uncle Ujang to bring it for you, in front of my house are still there,” said Cheery who saw Green's eyes light up at the sight of her yellow orchid. Green did not answer, her eyes filled with tears because of remembering how the mother had cared for the orchid so wholeheartedly until it flourished. "What happened to you?" asked Cherry who caught Green's sadness in her eyes that looked lighting up before.

I slightly pulled the curtains, inviting the beautiful view of the garden and the pond joined to it, the colorful fishes swimming around. Beside the huge glass window was a white wooden study table with a small pot of cactus above it. There were some books on it too. Beside the study table was a plant stand with ten pot plants arranged on it neatly, the pots were of brass. At the top was that 1.7 million dollar plant...um...what was the name again? Orchid....it was something Orchid? Which Orchid? Senzhen nongke Orchid....right. Now the plant was inside the small brass pot. The roots were pushed inside the mud. The whole plant theme was cute.

I headed for the greenhouse behind the herbology wing, a place rarely visited this early. In the far corner, nestled in a clay pot, was a single white orchid,rare and delicate, its petals edged in silver. Professor Lin had brought it back from the southern cliffs, calling it “the ghost flower.” It blooms once a year. Today was the third day of its bloom. Perfect. I knelt before it, hands resting on my thighs. I closed my eyes. I didn’t just picture it. I remembered it. The coolness of its petals under my fingertips from when I’d brushed past it when it first arrived. The faint scent like rain on stone and something older. The slight tremble in its stem when the wind blew through the open ven

Then I walked out. As soon as I stepped into the hallway, my phone started ringing. I pulled it out and saw that it was a call from my assistant, Pedro. Accepting the call, I pressed the phone to my ear and asked. “Yeah?” “Sir,” Pedro said breathlessly. “It’s about the poison the man that had snuck into our laboratory ingested. I don’t know how, but the plant used in making that poison is Teal Orchid, the plant we’re still researching. The same one that only grows in that deserted region no mammal, shifter, or human can survive.”

Now he wanted a seat at my table. He would get nothing. The next afternoon, the scent of fresh earth and floral sweetness hit me before I even opened my office door. Axton was already standing inside, holding a massive, overflowing arrangement of white blossoms. "What is that?" I asked, stopping dead on the threshold. "Moonlight orchids," Axton said, his voice tight. "Over a hundred stalks. They were flown in from the southern valleys this morning." I walked over, my boots clicking sharply on the hardwood floor. I reached out, my fingers brushing the pale, glowing petals. "A small fortune. Who sent them?"

At the top of the pyramid, something glowed with a faint, ghostly white light. "The Ghost Orchid Mother," the Executor said. "Botanical name: Orchis Anima. It is not a flower you find in a florist shop. It is a parasitic organism that feeds on high-density bio-energy. It is rumored to produce a nectar that can stabilize genetic mutations." "The cure?" Jack asked, his heart skipping a beat. "A component," the Executor corrected. "The Orchid's nectar can act as a cooling agent for your arm. It will stop the Curse from eating your nervous system for... let's say, six months. And it is the base ingredient for Catherine’s serum."

The omega. Orchid.

“This orchid, can you save it?” Angeline drank the milk in big gulps and ate the bread in big bites while saying with a wailing face, “This is Ghost Orchid, the most delicate type of orchid. My hands are brown thumbs. I can’t even keep a tortoise alive, so don’t expect me to keep this delicate orchid alive.”

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.”

With a determined expression, she points to her selection, signaling her choice. Finrir, after a moment of consideration, nods toward an oxyplant featuring oval leaves. Its unique characteristics catch his attention, and he feels a connection to it. Tritan's attention turns to a particular oxyplant, recognizing it as his sister's favorite. With one of its many ancestors being an orchid, this oxyplant boasts vibrant purple blooms speckled with bioluminescent patterns.