Ambrosia Novels & Stories

~ 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.

her wet hazel brown colored hairs were let loose behind her back while she was busy stirring something in small cooking pan that smelled like herbal soup… She turned to me hearing my voice but then again diverted her attention back to her cooking “What are you preparing” I questioned walking inside congested looking kitchen “A herbal soup…. it will help Petro to recover from his Poison that is caused by wine.. in his wounds” Jasmine replied and quickly added all slices of water chestnut in soup and kept stirring it on low heat… “ why are you adding water chest nut?” I further questioned her “It works as repellent against poison….” Jasmine replied without even looking at me …. I was about m

Alexandra says making Ruby look at her like, she has grown two heads. "But how would she have romantic feelings towards her own cousin?" Ruby asks quite confused. "She knows she is adopted. What do you expect?" Alexandra asks, meanwhile there is a noise made, Alexandra raises her head, while Ruby turns to the back, only to see Madison staring at them. After making eye contact, they watch her pick an apple, and walks away. Ruby stares at the door for some seconds, before turning to Alexandra who had a mischievous look on her face, obviously waiting for an explanation.

What a waste of my time and energy. *** Breath Kamara. Breath. You can so do this. I tried encouraging myself as I placed my palms on the soil. I missed this. Even if I almost died because of this I still felt an undeniable attraction to nature. The white rose which I had used to discover my powers was nowhere in my room which means someone had seen it and taken it. Back to the present. I was outside in my mom's garden, crouched over the lettuce patch. I concentrated and closed my eyes as a sense of calm overcame my senses. I opened my eyes and smiled at the sight of the big lettuce.

"Oh, this?" She held up the glass jar. "You've got some wonderful fungi growing on a few of these pine trees. Its scientific name is Croartia Quercuum. Most people call it Fusiform Rust. In Wiccan circles, it goes by Heart Skin. Deadly to the trees but incredibly useful for attack potions. Poison, essentially. If you administer it to someone and perform the right spells over the mixture, their hearts will literally burst right inside their chests. Like pop, you know?"

Aurora’s POV The mountain air bit at my lungs, sharp and cold. The sky above was bruised with clouds, and the wind carried the faint scent of rain and iron. I tightened the strap of the satchel across my shoulder and glanced down at the parchment in my hand, an herbal sketch drawn by Witch Elara herself. The last ingredient we needed to purge the poison from Gray’s blood: Moonshade Aster, a plant said to bloom only under silver light, deep within the cliffs of the North Range.

Lathering my hair with Scents of rose and lavender, I hummed as the warm water hit my skin. Massaging my body once more, I winced as I pressed at the bruised parts of me. Rinsing all of the soap from my hair and body, I then rung out any extra water from my waves before stepping out. Grabbing a towel from one of the bamboo racks, I gently patted myself dry, making sure not to irritate my sensitive skin. Loosely wrapping the towel around my body, I walked over to the vanity and picked up a tube of aloe vera Alex had set out and rubbed it over my wrists as well as any. other open cuts, soothing them almost immediately.

Hard. On something soft. Grass? I blinked until my vision returned. I was standing in the middle of a field. The sky above was the wrong color—an iridescent grey-violet shimmer that moved even when the wind didn’t. I turned around. The door was gone. In its place stood a girl. Not Lana. Not me. Someone I didn’t know. She looked maybe ten. Braided hair. Barefoot. Wearing a nightgown that didn’t belong to this century.

I asked her. Kiran shifted forward, and he leaned his elbows on his knees, as he clasped his hands together. “What’s wrong with the baby?” “She has AMC,” I answered him, my voice dull and flat. It felt so final to say it loud. “What the hell is AMC?” Kiran asked with a frown. “She has fused joints,” Adara said softly, and I nodded my head. “Fused joints?” Kiran repeated. “It means her joints are so fused together, she won’t be able to bend or straighten her limbs,” Adara said, with sadness in her eyes. “She’ll probably never walk.”

“The hell, Amaris—” She slapped my shoulder. “No cussing, for Goddess’s sake! Drink it.” “Not until I know what’s in it,” I argued stubbornly. Amaris sighed in annoyance, then relented. “It’s moonwater, sage, ashroot, powdered silver leaf—all from my garden. A concoction that has been used by wolves for decades to unlock, as I mentioned, latent abilities. It will weaken the walls between your blood and hers—so you can glimpse her memories, her flame.”