Grave Glovewort 5 Novels & Stories

"The air is thick. Sours the stomach." They felt it. Not as clearly as I did, but the Gloom was already seeping past the grove's boundaries, affecting those sensitive enough to perceive it. Adrien's face was a mask of cold fury, his gaze fixed on the altar stone as if he could see the corruption staining it. "Find it," he commanded, his voice low and harsh. "Whatever he placed here. Tear this ground apart if you have to."

Outside, the mist pressed against the windows, blurring the world. Elowen's smile faded, her eyes hardening. 'Nothing's free, wolf. Curses like yours are woven deep, tied to blood and moon. I can unravel it, but you must fetch me moonbloom—a rare herb from the rival shifters' territory, deep in the Whispering Caves. Guarded fiercely, it blooms only under the eclipse. Bring it, and I'll lift the beast from your bones.'

"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.

“And what is The Grove exactly?” “The exact name is Harlow Grove, or the Grove for short. It’s the place where the supernaturals reside, but mainly home to Witches and Warlocks. It was made up of twelve covens, each having their own leaders and those leaders formed The Council. Now, Father Zyte went there and asked for help.” “He expected them to bend the rules for him, for him only?” I asked.

It took a while but I could plainly discern a figure being shaped within the dark aura. [Minion Gnoll -Mystic rank] Level 5 EXP: 0/12000 HP-3000 CON-300 ATK-300 STR- 100 DEF-105 DEX-21 Speed-52 AGI-52 Mana -0 INT-50 Skills- Dash(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Mystic) Enhanced(Elite) Life-Drain(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Web(Elite) Poison bite(Elite) Demise(Unique)

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.

Bradford slightly bowed to them. “All right my child. This is called a vanderweed. It is for camouflage of the physical appearance. Too much and the caster may get stuck that way. This one here, see the purple hue? This is the main herb for Exivo. This one is what cleanses the blood of contaminants. It grows wild here as you may well know. This thorny one, is thatch weed. It’s good for potions you need to have some punch.” She continued telling him all of them. He listened intently and they collected herbs.

Black dust had the power to conceal even the strongest scent. Ava was never going to have another mate; her mate was dead. Ava looked at me sternly. I knew her secret. "This isn't over." She warned me and left. I was sick of Ava. After dinner, I went to the courtyard to meet my father. He was pruning the wolfsbane leaves in the garden. Wolfsbanes were very harmful to our kind, but dad grew them so he could be immune to them. Wolfsbane had no power over his father.

Something unusual happened when my fingertips stroked the ancient pages of the grimoire. A slight bulge was hidden on the inside of the lid. I carefully pulled it away, revealing an antique penny below. In my palm, the coin seemed weighty, like if it housed decades of secrets. The name of a location was etched on its surface: "Willowmere." To be honest, I had no idea what inscriptions were etched on this coin. Despite this, I was able to decipher the lettering as if there was some undiscovered supernatural help.

“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