Cress Novels & Stories

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.

I buy the Moonveil root first. The vendor — a small Delta man named Cress who has the specific energy of someone who has made peace with operating in grey areas — takes one look at my face and reaches under his table without being asked. "Full bundle," he says. "Not the dried out ones." I put the coin down. He puts the bundle down. We don't discuss it further because that is our arrangement and it has worked for two years. I take the bundle and I leave.

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

“If you’ve found the cure, why haven’t you released it yet?” “Aurevra Serum,” Cassia whispered, her tone both reverent and grim. “That’s the name. But it’s created from Dawnfire Blossom…a rare flower that only blooms at sunrise after a full moon. The full moon is only days away. Until then, I can’t make it. And when I do…” her eyes darkened with resolve, “I won’t give it out. Not until I find my family.” Damien exhaled slowly, studying her with both admiration and sorrow. “I’m glad you found it. I knew you would. You always do.”

Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution. Secondly, Creature is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Certain long-standing institutions (like the Royal Opera House and Bolshoi Ballet) are mentioned, but the characters involved are completely imaginary. . ｡༶・° T E R M I N O L O G Y °・༶ ｡.

the sorceress said and reached out to pluck a purple flower from the third level of the shelves. "Oh...nice," was all Cassandra could say. "Are you alright?" Vasilisa asked, coming closer to her. Cassandra jumped and looked anywhere else but the princess. "Yes, I'm perfect. I'm great. Let's keep looking." Together, they found deadly nightshade, stinking smut, and bladderwort. They were all written in scientific names. Under bladderwort, it wrote 'Utricularia caerulea' and under deadly nightshade was 'Atropa Belladona'. Cassandra would never know what they were if she were to look for them alone.

Vampires and werewolves had always been locked in a perpetual state of war. While vampire venom was lethal to some werewolves, it was Wolfsbane that truly endangered them all, leaving the werewolves at a constant disadvantage. Then, one day something extraordinary happened. A white wolf was born, marked with a distinctive white crescent on its chest. Remarkably, it wasn't an isolated event; soon, several packs reported the birth of similar white-crescent wolves. These wolves were not only distinguished by their unique mark but also by the extraordinary gifts they possessed.

“You fight, you survive and you find a way to meet those conditions, even if it means defying your alpha.” She returned to the table and began wrapping the items. “These herbs will strengthen the mate bond, make the separation less painful. The crystals are protective wards, make sure to keep them close. And this…” She held up the vial of silver liquid. “….is for emergencies only.” “What is it?”