Helleborus Onyx Odyssey Novels & Stories

“Thanks. I didn’t realize I dropped it.” Drake doesn’t hand it over right away. He glances at the page. “Why don’t you sell this one? It looks… complicated. But cool.” I swallow. “One of the ingredients is hard to find.” “What is it?” he asks. The page shows a pale blue flower with curling petals and a glowing center. Laura called it moonshade. A plant that only grows in certain places, places touched by old magic. “It’s a plant,” I say carefully. “It only grows in… specific areas.”

My throat itched and my vision blurred a bit by the abrupt development. We neared his location, about a mile out from the border, to find him lying lifeless on the ground, his skin clammy, with blood trickling out his mouth and nose. Three darts stuck out of his shoulder, arm, and leg. I checked his breathing, and the distinct scent of decay setting in drifted into my nose, alerting me that we were too late. I ripped one of the darts out with my mouth and smelled it. Wolfsbane.

she thought. She looked at Thalia, who didn't break apart from her mate, and it tore her inside. As soon as Thalia separated from her mate, Lydia smelled it. She recognized the fragrance of bluebells and snow saints—it was coming from Thalia. She sniffed at herself, not wanting anyone to see her. She smelled of honeysuckle, which was Thalia's scent. “She is wearing our scent,” Circe said. “I don't know how, but it…”

A few minutes passed as I continued tosquirm around, whilst also studying the current restraintsI was in. Hearing Alex walk back into the room, I forced my head up to look at him. In one hand, he held a glass of ice. In the other, a burning candle. “Fuck!” An amusing smirk played across his face as he brought the candle to his nose. Getting a whiff of the familiar scent, I soon realized that it was reminiscent of Alex's cologne. Amber, musk, leather, and traces of citrus-the sensual aroma lingered throughout the room.

Hearing this, Hesper was a little surprised, but she explained with a smile, "These are Campanulas, also known as bellflowers or balloon flowers back in Halwanest. They’re also known as oriental Eustomas, which is the name of our studio, but they belong to a completely different order and genus. It’s used as a kind of traditional Halwanese medicine, and it also symbolizes eternal love; it’s just that it has a slightly sadder floriography in comparison.” Andris’s eyes widened. "Evon... I have to admit, she does have a little talent in design." Evon squinted his eyes and took a glance at Hesper then at Andris, who was a little shy about approaching Hesper. The annoyance that he had suppressed

I turn to see Acre, Sky, my mother and father and grandma Beth all standing around us, the latter three had burn marks around their necks from where the silver collars were, "Ocean, hold tight to Desert, only you can channel her powers, the rest hold hands" We all do as Lanna has instructed us and Lanna starts whispering words that sound like a chant as we stood watching the battle before us, the noise starts to dim, a light above the battle starts to decend and eventually we can see or hear anything, until a sweet voice hums a tune, calming us, then it whispers, "You have done so well, the bond of family is strong, remember to be as one",

“it’s the only thing I have from…. before.” “Before what?” “Before I was found at moonstone pack’s border. I was just six months old. Wrapped in a blanket with nothing but this pendant on my neck.” Something flickered in Helga’s eyes. Not surprise. Something more complicated. Recognition? Fear? “Take it off. Let me examine it.” I hesitated, then lifted it over my head. The moment it left my skin I felt oddly exposed, vulnerable. She took it carefully, holding it up to the firelight. The silver crescent moon caught the flames, seeming to glow from within. She turned it over examining every angle as her expression grew more troubled with each second.

the banshee complied and opened his mouth slightly, soon, a blurry image of the exterior appeared beyond the walls, but nothing was moving, “ok, Lorne, open it up.” Lorne opened his mouth and ate the last stretch of the tunnel, the area behind it was…unexpected: a forest full of purple trees with a glowing beating orb on their center imitating a heart pumping blood to the leaves, weeds, and flowers of different sizes covered the floor and red vines hanging down the branches.

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

I tried to sit up to understand where this smell was coming from, but as I did, I turned my face towards Perseus and noticed something very different about him. His smell had changed, and now it's like a living forest under the dominion of a god: intense notes of wild pine, apple tree, and pines mixed with aged leather, marked by wars and time. A scorching heat emanates from him, like the blazing sun at noon, the touch of Hélios, his latent fury ready to awaken. There's also warm amber, oak moss. I see him as wild, noble, and untamable, his aroma commanding respect and fear even before his presence is noticed.