Green Ribbon Novels & Stories

Damn it! He tried to withdraw his phone from his pocket but he felt something beside it. He pulled it out and saw the stone of Ibawi that Ligaya's elder gave to him as a token of gratitude for keeping Ligaya safe. "Fuck!" And now, he was frustrated. Ligaya was writing something on her new journal that V had bought her from their shopping. V had observed that she seemed to be writing often on some stuff that he recognized as tree barks. Thus, out of compassion, he decided to buy her a journal to somehow make like easier for her. Few seconds later, she heard a knock from outside her door. She never

Kay remembered, Thea had something she adored. A stone bracelet. She said it was memories from someone. Thea just said it was a gift from a very important person. Kay had wanted Thea to have something of him for a long time too. It was just that Kay didn't know what to give her, and yesterday, as he was staring down Flame Street, Kay's eyes caught this red-brown color. The ring on Kay's hand gleamed in the candlelight, reminding her of Thea's gaze.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

Her red curls tickled my neck as she did so. When she pulled away, she went into her little personal room in the Grove and came out with a three little bottles in her hand. She pushed them into mine and looked at me seriously. “These three bottles should be of help to you. The red is for you to regain strength and help wounds heal. The blue is a very corrosive element that burns skin. The green is also for attacking as well if need be. It's a poison, not as corrosive, but also dangerous, especially when ingested.”

Harry began to protest before a butterfly, out of nowhere, appeared before their eyes. The Alpha couldn't suppress a grunt as he noticed the blood-red patterns on the insect's night wings. _ Bloody leeches," Till grumbled. Harry reached forward with one hand, and the insect seemed to let out a shrill scream before twisting in painful spasms and crashing into the young man's palm. Then, slowly, the wings stretched into the shape of black parchment where elegant gothic writing in red ink formed. _ Good evening, dear Alpha of the Red Moon, I beg you to excuse the absence of my offspring at your side for your arrival on our beloved Land.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

Nathan’s family lays white stones at Gregory’s feet—to light his way to Selene’s realm. Meredith, Gael, and Hakeem place white lilies in his hands—a gift for the goddess. Liam, Bhakti, and Sandra paint red crescents on his hands and feet—to keep greedy gods from stealing him as a warrior. Diego, Karamea, and Lily lay owl feathers around his head—to preserve his wisdom for the next life. Donovan, Kesha, Chloe, Casen, and Severn wind garlands of white roses and poppies around the pyre—to tether his spirit until his journey is done.

"Your Majesty, there is a messenger hawk that came from Alpha King Claudian. There is no ribbon tied on it." My eyes widened. "No ribbon? Is it a straw rope that is tied, instead of a ribbon?" I asked which Flora nodded as she handed me the letter. Along with it was a straw rope she was indicating about. There was always a meaning if a ribbon is being tied up in the messenger hawk's leg. Blue ribbon means an update of the progress of the war. Yellow ribbon means health emergency if a royalty falls ill. Green ribbon means we need more backups from the palace.

Maybe he was just better at hiding it. Shirt went on, pants went on, leaving only a delicate silver circlet – set in the middle by a black onyx gemstone – as nowhere to be found. I spent a panicked few minutes rifling through my drawers while Dornell looked on, concerned, before finally, with a gasp of relief I unveiled it, hiding among my underwear.

With a grunt, she dragged it around herself, using all her strength to fight its thrashing and slash at its neck right under the frill for a clean kill— Green. Vibrant, breathtaking green, a cross between the hue of a pure emerald and the green of verdant grass and clovers in the lushest of meadows. Then clear blue water, sparkling under the sun, a whole pool of it under the shade of drooping palm trees with fronds as large as she was tall—