Behind The Green Curtain Novels & Stories

she said with a smile “Today is about finding a dress” she gestured towards the row of dresses already placed on a row of hangers “Go on then” she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “Let’s see which one was made for you” I grabbed the first gown that stood out, a deep emerald green, and stepped behind the curtain. The emerald green dress was beautiful, but as I stepped out from behind the velvet curtain, The Luna merely tilted her head. Her eyes swept over the silk, and she gave a small, noncommittal hum.

So, I entered quietly to sit by her bedside. But when I stepped inside, I noticed that the curtains around her bed were drawn, concealing someone's presence. Curiosity piqued, I listened intently and heard a scuffling and grunting noise coming from behind the curtain. The sound of stilettos made it clear that it wasn't a nurse.

The Violet Curtain was not a wall of heat or static. As Killian and I walked toward the edge of our expanded territory, the shimmering energy felt like a cool, rushing river against my skin. The air inside the perimeter was pristine, heavy with the scent of pine and the deep, thrumming vitality of the mountain. But the moment we stepped through the barrier, the world hit us with a suffocating wave of despair.

Liniluna’s pulse gave one measured beat. “Did he specify urgency?” “No.” Liniluna inclined her head once. She went when she was ready. The greenhouse stood at the far edge of cultivated land, glass panels catching muted light. Inside, green life pressed upward in orderly abundance. He was already there. Of course he was. Mivirick inclined his head when she entered. She returned the gesture. Neither moved to close the distance immediately. For a moment, they simply walked, slow paths between growing rows, the scent of damp earth rising gently around them.

Grace spread her arms defensively. “Yes. She's not." Amaya spoke up too. I just stood behind them with a rigid heart. It was as if the cigar had wiped away my fear hormone. “Let me just follow her. I'll be back girls." I said with less concern, my voice deeper than usual. Grace turned to me, worries written all over her face.

After their jewelry shopping, Natalie led Sara to a clothing store. The clothing store was filled with an array of elegant garments, each vying for attention. But amidst the vibrant colors and exquisite designs, one particular green-colored gown caught Sara's eye. It was a floor-length gown, made of flowing silk fabric in a shade of emerald green. The bodice was adorned with delicate lacework, accentuating the feminine curves, while the skirt cascaded down gracefully, creating a mesmerizing silhouette. As Sara's gaze fell upon the gown, her eyes widened with awe. She felt an instant connection, as if the dress had been tailor-made for her. The vibrant shade of green seemed to mirror her own

We turn a sharp corner, and the grand foyer erupts into view–undecorated and cold… and full of green eyed members of this court, this castle. Maids and servants. Alphas, and their Lunas. High ranking warriors and commanders. They funnel into the ballroom as if in a trance, their eyes glowing green and bodies covered in open, bleeding symbols. My stomach pitches and turns. My dress feels too tight. I can barely breathe. One man stops walking. He slowly turns his head, that green light flickering several times–like he’s fighting for control–before the single sliver of self he has left is yanked from him, taken over by the curse once again.

They exchanged glances, as if asking the meaning of the conversation between the two women behind the blue curtain. “Oh –” "No!"

"Do you need us to call Ashton here, sweetie?" "Um no." I said, wiping a tear. "We- we broke up." The room became quiet. "Caleb," dad said. "Bring the shovel. We've got... some business to do." Caleb nodded. "Yeah, we do." And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I gained a hatred for forest green eyes. But hey, I read somewhere that only 2% of the world's population had green eyes, so there might be a very little chance that I see another one again.

George stood, watching Francis as he was busy cleaning the kitchen cabinets where he just finished cooking, as he turned his back he saw him standing with his hand folded on his chest and his index finger tapping his jaw, he asked immediately, “do you need anything sir?” "Francis, I need to talk with you, kindly come met me in the garden beside the orange tree," George and left. Francis stood speechless and confused, “what might it be?” He thought aloud, still wondering when Irenewalked in with a very sexy look. She walked straight to him and stood for a while looking at him.