Cress Novels & Stories

"Yes. I ran off the path and wasn't paying attention to how far I'd come." "Well, it's your lucky day, then," Eric said, pushing himself to his feet and unfolding his map. "I've got the forest mapped from Madison to here. It won't take but twenty minutes to get back." I stood too. "Thank you. I'm sorry for sidetracking you from your work." "No worries. Because of you, I have a lovely Coccinellidae specimen to study." A smile graced his lips. "A Coccinellidae is a-?"

She walked to a store to get water. "Ma'am, give me a bottle of water. Here's your money." Ariande handed the money over to the lady. The storekeeper went in to get the bottled water. "Thanks." Ariande appreciated and left the store. Ariande saw a mansion. The mansion was fabulous. Its exterior design was splendid. Soon, her eyes darted towards a bill board. It reads: A maid is urgently needed. Apply in person. Ariande immediately knocked on the huge gate. A man in his middle forties opened the gate.

I approach cautiously, trying not to disturb her slumber. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the computer screen in front of her. The document displayed on the screen is titled "Fragrance of Love." My heart skips a beat as I realize that this must be the copy of the book she was working on, the one named after the scent of Tuberose. Could it be that Ema is Tuberose?

Vanessa gripped her hair tightly with both hands and rolled on the bed in frustration. "What is this? What is this? Ahh!", she shouted in a high-pitched voice as she wriggled her legs angrily on the bed. She suddenly thought of something and she got up from bed. She smirked at her wise personality. She got up from the bed and walked to the dressing mirror. She used her hand to make her hair neat back. After she was done, she walked out of her room in her spaghetti straps yellow short dress. The dress reached just above her knees, somewhere in her mid-thighs.

My destination: the training wing where I knew Cressa would be training obsessively, like she was preparing for a war only she knew was coming. I found the door, didn’t bother knocking. I slammed it open. Cressa stood by a crate of crossbow bolts, her braid pulled tight and her sleeves rolled up and trousers bunches around her ankles. She looked up instantly, eyes locking on me. Her expression changed in a flash from focus to alarm. "Mira? What…" She dropped the bolt she was holding and rushed toward me. "You’re bleeding and wet. Why are you bleeding and wet? What the hell happened to you? You look like you crawled out of a grav

But since it was easy for him to read, he was fine with it. “Rosenblum, Cisberry, Bakigia… What are these things, Darrion?” Jai asked. “Those are the names of plants. Rosenblum is a type of plant that produces flowers. Cisberry is a, well, type of berry, and they’re very sweet. While Bakigia… I heard it’s a type of tree in the south. I don’t know much about it,” Darrion answered, trying to explain each one.

‘It sounded very, very important because Omems voice was an octave higher then usual, which means she was impressed. ‘Is that crocus a medicinal plant with a lot of power perhaps?’ Maddie wanted to know She tought Esmee's characterization of her grandmother was interesting. 'No idea. Maybe it’s used by druids, ‘Esmee said, but shrugged,’ it could also be a name used for something else.’ Esmee and Rodolf walked towards the library together to find out, but Raven had other ideas. ‘I'll go with Rodolf,’ he said, ‘otherwise people will only be kissing instead of searching.’

Chapter 2. Mysterious princess Alpha king Alan's POV "I am moving toward the south, you go to the west. I want the herbs today anyway. It is very difficult to see the cubs infected!" My beta was connected with me on our mind link. We were in the Vesium woods of my Brave Blood Pack looking for this curative herb commonly known as Giant Dodder or Cuscuta reflexa that heals infections like shingles. "Understood Alan." Three percent of cubs in my pack have been caught up in an epidemic that has infected their skin with shingle-like disease and it is only increasing.

Reese said suddenly as she turned to face Julian. “Why?” “Medicinal plants, herbs and flowers. It’s always good to have them. Personally I don’t like mass produced medicine, I prefer nature’s way.” Julian nodded his head. “Like what? I mean were surrounded by plants and flowers.” Reese grinned and picked one flower behind her. “This is Calendula. It’s a pretty little flower with its yellow orange leaves but it is also a vulnerary herb and you can infuse it into an oil to treat burns and cuts.”

The sweet, intoxicating scent of roses mingled with the rich aroma of damp soil, a stark contrast to the fading echoes of laughter and music drifting from the party behind them. Damien walked beside Cressida, keeping a careful distance. The glow from the lanterns traced faint gold along his jawline, his expression unreadable. When they stopped near the marble fountain, Cressida turned to face him, her eyes glinting with something sharp and desperate. “Do you smell that?” she murmured, taking a cautious step closer. “It’s my perfume, the one you used to adore. And look at my hair; I styled it just the way you loved. Tell me... do