Ghost Glovewort 8 Novels & Stories

And I believed him Even if part of me still wondered If I could keep them safe from me --- But just before dawn, as the sky began to gray, the sigil on my arm flared once more Not gold Not black But violet A blend of both And I heard it A voice that wasn’t mine, wasn’t hers New Unclaimed Elixir, it whispered, you are no longer gate or flame You are becoming something else entirely I opened my eyes And the stars above the Grove blinked out One by one The stars didn’t flicker—they vanished One by one, pinpricks of light were swallowed by an invisible veil above the Grove. There was no wind. No sound. Just the cold hush of something watching from beyond what eyes could see

“That's Nuvolish?” “Yes. Chris does it too. It requires moonpetal, starlight salt, Dreamweavers moss, and essence of celestial water, but in a pinch, wolfsbane will suffice. Then you say the spell.” Narah’s gaze narrowed, as if trying to read my thoughts. “The incantation?” She pressed. I shrugged, settling down on the cold living room floor across from her. She shifted uncomfortably, keeping her focus on me. “Astra velare, auras celare

“Come and take a look at something.” She led me to the computer. On the screen was a formula. Three compounds with full data tables beneath them. Night Wolf Ginseng, Nightblade Grass, Iron-skinned Wolf Grass Root. I leaned in and read the numbers properly. Forty percent increase in strength, thirty five percent increase in reaction speed and twenty percent increase in resilience. I checked it twice. “Tiff…. is this real?” I asked with my eyes wide open.

Cora saw my smile and froze. "W-what are you laughing at?" "Oh, I forgot one tiny detail," I said, my smile blinding. "That brilliant recipe you stole this morning? Every last drop is poison." "What?" Cora went dead pale. "Three grams of glow-spores with five grams of silverleaf, mixed with moon-dew..." I said slowly. "It's not a healing potion. It's a fast-acting toxin. Brew that, and you'll be bleeding from your eyes before you die in agony ten minutes later."

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

"That crappy orchard your brother bought. It’s got quite a bit of rosemary in it. Ha! Not only has that dump never made a single dime, we still have to pay a crew to maintain it every year." A thought flickered in my mind. I knew that place. The orchard sat on a ruined silver mine, its trees drawing on the soil and the breath of silver for years, gaining a power to ward off evil. The Haunts came with the wind, but silver tamed the wind. Those trees were worth far more than my mother and brother could ever imagine. If my infant spirits had wielded weapons made from that wood, they would have been unstoppable.

Evelyn followed more slowly, legs still shaking. “Careful,” Jonah murmured. “It’s wounded, not dead. That makes it meaner.” Evelyn barely heard him. Her light caught on something glinting in the dirt near where the creature had stood. She crouched, hands trembling as she brushed away frost and soil. It was a pendant. Old—ancient, perhaps—its surface tarnished but intact. A heavy disc of silver, engraved with a sigil she didn’t recognize. A circle, within it a crescent moon, lines radiating outward like beams. Symbols she couldn’t read curled around the edge.

=== Item: Pixie Prank Parasol Spores Description: Gives temporary gills to breathe underwater and suffocate without water. === The last moment of his struggle remained vague in Zen’s memory. When did he kill a blue mushroom monster? Either way, he finally knew what that monster was called. The name was a little ridiculous, but it was befitting. Of all the spores he collected, the blue spores had to be his favourite because of the effect. Having temporary gills would be amazing for exploring the lake, and Zen wanted to stock up on blue spores. It could come in handy for other dungeon stages that may require diving.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i