Dr Xenon Bloom Novels & Stories

As the first hint of light began to touch the eastern horizon, something happened that hadn't happened in ten million years. The *Luna-Bloom*—a rare flower we had brought from the mainland mountains in the early days, a flower that was supposed to bloom only once every millennium—began to open along the railings of the Observatory. One by one, the pale, translucent petals unfurled, releasing a scent that was like rain on dry earth and fresh honey. "Look," I whispered, pointing to the flowers. Leo watched them with a quiet awe. "They’re all blooming at once."

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

What was happening? I lifted my tear-filled eyes and looked at Damien with disbelief. I was in love with Damien? At that moment, Damien looked at me, then at the flowers on the ground, and back at me. "Felix, do you like eating flowers?" After asking that, he probably did not believe it himself. He looked at me with probing eyes, waiting for my answer. I pressed my lips together and hesitated before reluctantly explaining, "It's Bloom Syndrome." I planned to get up and leave after saying that, but Damien moved to block me. I frowned at him, my displeasure evident.

FLASHBACK ENDS The memory gently dimmed as Mason enveloped Xenia in a tender embrace, the gentle rhythm of the water caressing their skin, bubbles dancing around them. Gradually, Xenia’s tension melted away, her soft whimpers giving way to tranquil breaths. Her transformation into Nova was still a shock to Rodin and Mason, but in this moment, amidst the serenity of the water, they found solace. It was astounding how Xenia, a mere human, could endure such a profound change. His–their mate–was definitely someone special. As the Red Moon loomed closer, Mason couldn’t help but marvel at Xenia’s resilience. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he knew one thing with certainty–Xenia was more than just p

She monitored the telemetry from the drones hovering over the line. "Look at the 'Synaptic-Rebound,'" Sarah noted, pointing to a holographic display. "The moment they inhale the first spores, their cortisol levels drop by seventy percent. The Sombra-enzymes are entering the bloodstream through the alveolar walls and immediately beginning a 'Chelation-Sweep,' binding to the lead and mercury they breathed in the Void and prepping it for excretion."

LUNETH "Thank you very much, officers," Drexon said with a firm nod and a glance in my direction. He dropped the phone from his ear, and his hand fell to the chair's leather, making a slight thud. "Was it not an accident?" I ask, and he looks at me and nods. "They are yet to find the specific reason, but it seems as though some accelerant has been used." "I thought as much," I sigh and close my eyes.

Nick growled out, his voice laced with anger and the same crippling fear we all felt. And honestly, we definitely shared in his agenda to make Brooke pay dearly for her foolishness. “I’ll go call Xenia, we need as much help as we can get,” Xander groaned and stalked away towards the stairs with his hand worriedly ruffling his hair. We were all on edge, but I was trying my hardest to remain hopeful. I had to put my faith in the antidote, hoping that it was strong enough for the droplets to make a difference. I watched closely as the antidote droplets filtered their way down her lips and into her mouth. I did that until she’d ingested every last drop in the bottle

“Explain.” “Think about what we know. Your father was researching Thanox. He was studying something that interferes with oxygen utilization. People are now dying in hospitals with symptoms that don't make sense. Their oxygen readings don't match the severity of their condition. And now we've found a gas with almost the exact biological effect your father's research was trying to understand.” “I know.” “Do you?” Naomi frowned. Leonard pointed at the computer. “Not many people are going to sell this stuff. It's not cough syrup. There probably aren't hundreds of Thanox dealers sitting around waiting for someone to place an order.”

A surge of energy shot through me cold then warm then blinding. I cried out as my knees buckled. Ares lunged forward, but Clara grabbed him with both hands, lightning sparking between their skin. “Don’t touch them!” she shouted. Ares roared. “She’s hurting her!” “No,” Clara whispered, eyes wide. “She’s showing her.” The chamber dissolved. The stone. The air. The light. Gone. I stood in a vast, starless expanse a void where worlds hadn’t been born yet.

Liquidation is absolute. ​"The Apex Bloom is entering its third phase," Franco announced, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "The physical trials are over. The psychological games are over. Phase Three is total, unmitigated betrayal." ​The heavy steel doors that led back to the living quarters slammed shut with a deafening boom. Red emergency lights bathed the room in a bloody, pulsing glow.