Agent Orchid Novels & Stories

She looked at the orchid with flaring eyes and smirked, "Time to feed my fires." In a fraction of a second, Nora used her flames to burn the orchid. She turned the greenery orchid into ashes with her purple flames. The blossoms and twigs burned down to ashes while the big tree in the orchid shed its leaves with burnt bark. The fragrance from the lovely buds turned into the pungent smell of burnt smoke. The colours that gave a pleasant view to every passer’s eyes became the ashes.

And even from here, I could see the faint, ethereal glow pulsing from within it. The Moonfire Orchid. I picked the lock on the glass door and slipped inside. It was a simple mechanism. Likely because Lycans relied on strength, not finesse. The air in the sanctuary was warm and thick with the scent of ozone and blooming jasmine. And there, in the center of a raised stone dais, grew the Moonfire Orchid. Its petals were pure silver, glowing with a soft, internal luminescence that seemed to breathe. "Leo," I breathed, tears pricking my eyes. "I found it."

Moments later, the beads parted once more, and she stepped out, carefully holding a large clay pot in her arms. My eyes locked on the bloom it carried. Its petals glowed with a color I knew all too well. She laid it carefully on the counter. “This is an orchid, taken by my husband from a steep tree high up in our mountain. The price is two thousand coins for this single flower.” “Pardon me,” Wade interrupted formally. "But isn’t that rather way too expensive?” The woman met his gaze. “It’s expensive because you’ll have to wait for years before it blooms again.”

NIKOLAI Her scent wrapped around me like silk, sliding under my skin and settling deep in my bones. Every breath I took pulled it deeper, made my beast purr with satisfaction, made the constant gnawing hunger that had been clawing at my insides for days finally, finally quiet. It was her. Anokai. Our little orchid. My shadows stilled around me, no longer writhing with agitation. The darkness that usually pressed against my control, demanding release, demanding blood and violence and chaos, settled. Like a wild animal suddenly tamed, suddenly content.

he ordered, placing the card in front of me. I tried to keep my voice steady: “‘Midnight Orchid… primary note: rare nocturnal orchid… secondary: warm vanilla and skin musk… designed to trigger… primal breeding instinct…’” Damien stepped behind me and rubbed the thick head of his cock through my dripping folds, coating himself in my arousal and the potent scent. Then he pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I moaned loudly, the words fracturing as he stretched me open. The orchid scent intensified with every breath, making my body burn with the need to be filled.

Agent reset some of the gold energy wires so Doll's arms were raised a bit higher and his body was exposed even more. "Oh, I suppose there is no harm in telling you.” Agent sounded like he wanted to brag about his creation. “It's a highly addictive form of catnip. I find a lot of toms when they get excited, they like to pierce flesh. They are such animals. But when they get a hint of the catnip in your blood, they get more crazed. The need to have you becomes undeniable. The drawback for you is you'll want more of it, the catnip and the felines’ primitive violence."

Were they looking for the flower or a particular one in their garden then? “The blood Orchid? Isn’t it just a bunch of flowers?” Ryan carefully rounded a bend before replying her.. “The Orchids were Brookes favorite flowers but he named a serum he created after it” “A serum? What does the serum do?”. “Actually, nobody knows for sure. Some say it increases the Leviathan’s power and abilities. Others say it’s the only thing that can stop them---”

Her heels, black and gold, clicked with a rhythmic finality that turned heads before the scent hit. And gods, the scent. Blood orchid and black pepper. Floral. Smoky. Sharp. The kind of scent that climbed into your bloodstream and whispered submit. It flooded the orchard like incense and power, crackling under the skin of every Omega and making several Alphas blink hard and swallow wrong.

As Cali went out of the office, her phone chimed in her purse. She took it out to find out that Horace was calling her. He was also an orphan and they both lived in the same orphanage. An involuntary smile spread across her lips. And she picked up his call almost immediately. She forgot about all her troubles and pain in her life for a moment. It was always like this when it was him. He was like a loving brother that she never had.

Caesar took out the little red flower hidden behind him and handed it to Lola, "It's your favorite little red flower." Finally, Lola moved her ears, she sat up, looking surprised at the little red flower in Caesar's hand. She stared intently at the red flower in Caesar's hand. Caesar asked, "Do you remember? Its name is the Puhuang orchid, a flower that grows on the edge of cliffs. You said its stamen tastes sweet, an Alpha would give it to their Omega." Lola nervously held Caesar's hand, "Did you taste it?" Caesar said, "Not yet."