Garden Of Poison Novels & Stories

she says, standing up. "Follow me," she tells me, pulling me up from my seat. She practically drags me with her. We walk for a little while into the woods, stopping right in front of a bushy, maze-like gazebo. We walk into the bush, and there's a little garden there—with a lot of poisons and a few rare plants. My eyes widen at the sight. "Tada," she says, wiggling her fingers in a funny manner. "This is where I call the forbidden kingdom of greens," she smiles proudly at the plants.

Still, she was here, trapped, and Kaelen was gone. She pressed her back against a stone bench carved with roses, catching her breath. The garden was beautiful in a cruel way, every path winding into endless brambles that formed walls higher than she could climb. Lanterns glowed faintly along the stone walkways, their flames untouched by the wind. It was not a prison built of iron, but of beauty—a cage scented with roses and poison.

He handed me my glass with a smile as the two of us made our way out to the fire pit. It was a very nice set up. The fire pit was a gas pit made up of what looked like marble bricks, and the orange flames danced beautifully across black, glass-like stones that coated and piled up across the the bottom. The outdoor furniture around it was cozy, consisting of tan, cushioned couches and arm chairs that surrounded the area in it's entirety. As I settled in, sipping on my perfectly proportioned margarita, I almost forgot that my life was currently in shambles. "So, what do you think?" Ryan asked, sitting beside me on the couch.

We enter through the gates and I hear a gasp probably from Alcina. "Such a beautiful garden. I am sure the one behind the making of this garden is a wonderful person," says Alcina confirming the gasp of surprise. "One of these plants includes the plants of wolfsbane. I still don't know why the Alpha allowed his mate to plant a poisonous plant in their garden," I say. "Probably to kill the rogues or enemies in case of an emergency," she says casually. She's definitely smart. "Well, well, well, look who's here! The orphan of the pack."

Finally, she had gotten her fame back and that woman showed up demanding the informal contract they had made in the fall, but the woman didn't want the bastard to stay in her garden any longer to scare people, so she hatched a plan. Hyacinth took one of the black flowers from the woman's hair and entered the temple, asking some other women in the forest, she discovered that that flower was a black hellebore, a remedy that like any other became a poison. An illusionist poison, used by the ancient Greeks. A smile appeared on Hyacinth's face, she put away the flower and contacted Death, who laughed at the forest woman when she learned of the wretch's story. Hellebore was such a strong evil that

I pushed open the garden gate and Veer and I stepped inside. We spent the next few hours going over all the plants present in the garden and more than half of them were poisonous! What’s worse is they didn’t even seem neglected. No, and they hadn’t just been planted. According to Veer, the plants were lovingly cared for and some of them had been planted for years. I was shaking from so much rage, I had to take a minute to sit down. I can’t believe I almost married a woman who her an entire garden of poisons.

As she reached a beautiful garden, a voice that I hate the most spoke from nowhere spoke. " At the right time!" He told her, and with a lovely smile, she answered him. "I'm actually late." He chuckles before he says, " I knoooow..." in his playful way. My mate didn't say a thing, as she was lost in the garden's beauty she was watching. Until she notices one specific plant. " Is that Wolfsbane?" and he answers her like it doesn't matter. It was as if he wasn't talking about the one and the only plant that could poison our kind. If I was facing him by now, I would've

We entered what looked like a garden. Flowers everywhere. Exotic ones. Colors I had never seen before. Red. Purple. Blue. Their beauty was almost overwhelming. For the first time since this nightmare began, I felt something other than fear. I stepped closer. I reached out instinctively to touch one of the flowers. A voice stopped me. Do not be so quick to touch. I froze. Just one touch can ruin your internal organs, he continued calmly. That is my newest plant poison. I call her Heritage.

They did not struggle to see what is around since there are posts in every road side that is lighting the place. "How can we find them?" she asks, hissing. "This place is huge –" "There," Plian said, making Margo to stop and looked at what the old woman is pointing. "Talia loves nature and they probably went inside that garden. No one is allowed there and only reckless will do. That place is a harm." Margo swallowed. "What do you mean that that garden is a harm? That something there will eat someone?" Plian looked at her. "The owner of that garden is a grandfather and a girl, they say that they are creepy and is living in an underground. Let's get there."

The ground was a carpet of glowing flowers and resilient, deep-green grass. But it was also a place of profound sorrow. Twisted through this paradise were the scars of the Citadel. Thick, black metal pipes plunged from the ceiling like spears, siphoning the glowing water from the streams. Gnarled, metallic roots from the Citadel's foundations choked the ancient trees, their bark peeling away to reveal sickly, pale wood. Patches of the Garden were grey and barren, poisoned by the leakage from above. The Garden was a queen, majestic and beautiful, but chained and bleeding.