Black Sabbath Orchid Novels & Stories

A dark, shiny, lethal looking orchard. Trees with coal-black barks and roots that grew out of the moss covered ground dominated the entrances. These trees had leaves of shamrock green, which were shining like stars under the night sky. From the ground grew enormous purple flowers, and red mushrooms, which glowed like lanterns against the black backdrop. The Female started walking towards the entrance, but there seemed to be none. All around them were the same trees, and it was impossible to discern anything in the absence of a proper light source.

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.

Then he answered: “We’re missing one ingredient.” The relief vanished before it could even settle. “What ingredient?” Pavel opened another file on the monitor. A botanical image filled the screen: a plant with extremely thin leaves, dark blue, almost black, with small silvery flowers that seemed to shine even in the photograph. “Lunaria Tenebris. Known as the Black Moon Flower. It’s rare—extremely rare. It only grows under specific conditions: volcanic soil, high altitudes, cold climate. The last time it was documented in Russian territory was decades ago.”

Even though I didn't really have that in mind, now that I've said it I think that there is a point. "It's possible, so don't buy it. It's just different," Elijah promised me. "You might like this, honey. Midnight black orchid, it only blooms at midnight and when the sun rises, it folds." Stefano pointed to an orchid with flower petals but they were closed. "That's true Sir. We only got it now because it only blooms once and it's too difficult to reproduce," added the shopkeeper. "How much?" I asked him. "Fifty silver, that's cheap because the real price of that is ten gold," he answered.

That trait was also possessed by Hans. ''What is ''Black Orchid''?'' asked Halvir curiously. ''Eternal medicine, which can make you stay young!'' answered Anindira curtly. ''Ah, so that's what it's called in your place?!'' answered Halvir casually. He was increasingly amused seeing Anindira's expression, which was getting more and more sullen because of irritation. ''Ha, is it true?!'' Anindira was now very enthusiastic but a moment later her face became sullen again.

They were arguing, voices low but intense. “…impossible this time of year,” the old man was saying. “The shipment was intercepted in Miami. The risk…” “Name your price,” Nicholas’s voice cut through, cold and final. “Triple. I need it tonight.” The old man sighed, shrugged, and disappeared into the foliage. He returned minutes later, holding a pot with extreme care. The plant was stunning and sinister. Deep, velvety black petals, almost purple in the low light, shaped like a rose but more exotic, with long, cruel-looking thorns along its stem. A Black Mafia Rose orchid. I’d heard the stories—a hybrid smuggled out of a failed cartel bio-lab, symbolizing a dangerous, obsessive love.

Then, I strike, slicing my claws through the solid mass of flesh that hurtles toward me. Fiona “Does this look right? The color is kind of…” Well, I don’t know. It’s a mix between a purple and blue color, but just a second ago, the liquid was almost yellow. “Yes, Eclipse Orchid gives it the purple color. Did you add the lemon and Icori Root with the rainwater before adding the Eclipse Orchid?” Sophie asks. I nod, looking down at all the ingredients in front of me.

There, nestled deeply beneath the dark shadows of the iron framing, my incredibly rare, highly toxic silver-leeching blood-orchids had unexpectedly bloomed. The large, velvety petals were a bruised, violent purple, tipped with jagged, razor-sharp veins of pure metallic silver. A freezing, paralyzing dread pooled deep in the pit of my stomach. In ancient Lycan lore, the sudden, unprovoked, premature blooming of a silver-leeching orchid was an incredibly dark, catastrophic omen. It signified a massive betrayal of blood, a hidden blade in the dark, and an impending, bloody slaughter.