Garwood Novels & Stories

Again. Breathing deeply, he paved his way to the right wing of the place and headed to a huge garden located in the middle of the Palace. Large balls of energy were emitting different spectres of light to the surroundings. There was a stage situated a hundred steps away from him as people gathered around it. He walked a few steps ahead as he tried to look for his brother and mother on the stage. Instead he saw his father, a man in his mid 60's with a grey beard covering half of his face. He was wearing a green velvet robe bearing the Seal of the Guardians: a symbol of a fist wrapped in a circle. There were four others who stood beside him that wore the same robes with the seal.

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He couldn't join her today because he couldn't risk leaving the unknown guest alone. Just as he was about turning to go back inside, he saw Lily. She had something in her mouth. A small backpack. She dropped it at his feet before walking inside. He picked it up and walked inside. After giving Lily a snack for her services, he opened the bag carefully. An empty water bottle, some empty wraps for granola bars and two unopened bars were the contents of the bag. He turned the bag over, shaking the bag vigorously. Nothing else was in the bag but amongst the wraps of granola bars, he noticed a small name tag depicting one name ... Kamara.

The bonding dais in the royal glade looked like it had been carved from moonlight and patience - white stone veined with pale gold, draped in ribbon-thin spellcloth that fluttered whenever the wind changed its mind. Elowen stood close enough to taste the cold sweetness of the warding charm at her throat, the small charm her mother had pressed into her palm days ago like a promise that could be worn.

The Okafor home was as Darren had once described - “subtle but grand.” Nestled in the heart of Highgate, the sleek three-story townhouse exuded quiet wealth. Its brick exterior was softened by a pristine front garden where rose bushes stood at perfect attention, their blooms a riot of deep reds and soft pinks. The wrought-iron gate opened with a gentle click, and as they stepped through, Amara felt the first stirrings of nerves flutter in her stomach.

It hits me that, without him, I’d be working brand deals for months to pay off what I’ve booked. Keys click onto the counter—gold, heavy, engraved with a laurel wreath. We herd the crew toward the private‑guest elevators. Teddy squeezes my hand and smirks. “Hawthorne & Sinclair—partners in neon crime.” I roll my eyes, but my heart’s a bonfire.

The two-day growth of beard gave him a rugged, predatory look that contrasted sharply with his tailored suit jacket. "Where?" I asked, my voice still a bit shaky, my hand instinctively moving to the slight curve of my stomach. "A coastal estate in Maine," he said, his eyes locking onto mine. "The 'Blackwood Point' property. It’s registered to a defunct charity Emily founded years ago, The Rhodes Foundation for Heritage. It’s a ghost on paper, but it’s very real on the ground. It’s a fortress, hidden behind miles of private road and dense forest, sitting right on the edge of the Atlantic."

"Goddess, I missed having someone to talk about this stuff with." "No friends from school?" He asked lightly. I shrugged. "It's different. Commnication across the border is always slow with the royal edicts. Never mind the tariffs-- Oh!" I squealed, hopping onto another pathway and leaning down to check the smallest bloom hiding under a bush. "You actually got one of these to grow here? What are you protections like? Are you using tanzai bedrock or--" I gasped and looked back at him. "Do you have a wardstone under your cabin, Theo'? If you do, you have to show me. I haven't ever gotten to seen another one in person. The one at the Donovan Estate is near ancient. I've been meaning to update i

As Sorin stepped into the dimly lit chamber of Zavaris Winery, he was enveloped in a symphony of aromas—notes of oak, berries, and a hint of spice danced in the air. The winery was bustling with activity, even at this late hour, a testament to Zavaris' reputation as the best red wine producer in the city.

I was out from behind my desk and moving past him within seconds, but before I could make it to the door, and it wasn't even that far, he pulled me back and I ended up with my face in his chest and our bodies so close you couldn't tell the difference if not for our different coloured clothes. I was speechless, that was for sure. Speechless with a nose full of his spicy clean and crisp scent, it reminded me of black pepper. To say I was breathing him in was an understatement,I was devouring his scent. My knees positively weak, thank God he was holding me, or I would have been a puddle on the floor by now. "I didn't come to give you a break Flower, I came to feed you." His voice...the rich tim