Ghost Glovewort 8 Novels & Stories

~Bethany~ Just like always, I'm awoken by terrifying nightmares. I go through my usual brutal morning workout routine to get my day started, followed by a quick shower right before Zuri or Hellion wakes. Last night, after making sure that the smart ass Fae, Asad Mort, wasn’t following me, I snuck out to a disreputable bar in Torah to track down the contact of a demon black market dealer. I need to obtain Foxglove shrub, a very rare and scarce spell ingredient that is highly monitored by the Noble Council due to its being a potent ingredient used in so many outlawed dark magic spells.

Gloria said as she appeared in front of me. I stood up. “You said you could sever the connection between the rogue king and Ardan. Can you also take the dark magic from Gilly?” Gloria tilted her head, studying me with an unsettling intensity. “You understand the risks?” “I do,” I said firmly. Gloria stepped closer to Gilly with her hands glowing faintly. “This will not be painless,” she warned. Gilly nodded. “I’ve handled worse.” The witch’s hands hovered over Gilly’s chest. Gilly gasped with her body arching as Gloria worked. The glow from Gloria’s hands grew brighter, and I could feel the dark magic leaving Gilly’s system.

】 【HP: 4080/4080】 [Mana: 3100/3100] [Strength: 85] [Psychic power: 32] 【Defense: 71】 [Speed: 84] [Knowing: 7] [Heart protection: 10] [Fire resistance: 5] [Dodge: 11%] [Swordsmanship Qualification: +10%] [Alchemy Qualification: +50%] [Heart Technique: Heaven's Growth Heart Sutra (22% for beginners)] [Movement skills: Shadow Step (22% for beginners), Mist Rush (11% for beginners)]

Amelia's POV I watched, silent, as he selected several items: a small pouch of salt, a crystal vial filled with a liquid that shimmered even in the dim light, and a bundle of dried herbs tied with a red string. Each item was chosen with deliberate care, Gonzales's hands steady and sure. "Salt to purify and protect," he murmured, almost to himself as he placed the items on his desk. "The essence of moonflower, for clarity and truth. And bloodroot, to break through barriers and reveal what is hidden."

Just stood there with his pale eyes fixed on my face, reading the story written in dirt-streaked clothes and exhaustion lines and something else I couldn't quite hide. I pulled the leather pouch from my jacket's inner pocket and placed it in his calloused palm. The moment his fingers closed around it, I saw his nostrils flare, catching the scent. His eyes widened fractionally, the only sign of shock he'd allow himself. "Jesus!, Ghost," he breathed, so quietly the words barely registered. "Is this…" "Wolfsbane. The real kind." My voice came out rougher than intended, scraped raw by cold and fear and promises I'd rather forget. "Pure enough to kill if we use it right."

At the top of the pyramid, something glowed with a faint, ghostly white light. "The Ghost Orchid Mother," the Executor said. "Botanical name: Orchis Anima. It is not a flower you find in a florist shop. It is a parasitic organism that feeds on high-density bio-energy. It is rumored to produce a nectar that can stabilize genetic mutations." "The cure?" Jack asked, his heart skipping a beat. "A component," the Executor corrected. "The Orchid's nectar can act as a cooling agent for your arm. It will stop the Curse from eating your nervous system for... let's say, six months. And it is the base ingredient for Catherine’s serum."

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

At least kill this boss faster than the rest. "Let's stop thinking." Yao Tai shook his head and squatted in front of the chief's corpse. He put down his sword and began to loot the corpse. [Bear Glove] (Yellow): Gloves made from the skin of a giant bear. Effect: +5 skill, +20 health. Durability: 14/15 [Rock Gauntlet] (yellow): A gauntlet made of pure rock and high mana. Effect: +5 vitality, +20 health, +10 mana. Durability: 12/15

Elf waiters made red moon inn unique. He held up the tiny shots to our faces with creepy smile. "No thanks, but we don't drink." Gwen declined politely. I quickly took a shot and downed it. Take one Gwen, it's a criteria for going through the door." I lied. The door was guarded by yet another pair of wolves. They were both huge. One of them had a scar running from across his left eye to his chin."I..I had no idea." She said. She was quite flustered as she complied and took a drink the elf handed out to her. Reluctantly she downed the bitter liquid and popped the cup back on the tray. I winked at the elf, he beamed slightly at me in return as he left.

Warmth spreads through me, making my veins and muscles come alive. It’s as if I’ve inherited her gift, clarity washing over me. I scan the grimoire, noting the ingredients I need. I search the jars, my hands trembling slightly, and gather everything required. I grind the herbs with the mortar and pestle, following the book’s instructions to the letter. I toss the mixture into a large pot on the stove, adding the final ingredient—a ghost dahlia.