Helleborus Onyx Odyssey Novels & Stories

My body was already fragile, worn out from the emotional and physical toll of the past days, and now someone was toying with me? As I reached for the doorknob again to close it, something caught my attention. A sharp, peculiar scent. Sweet, yet spicy. Oddly familiar, but...wrong. My eyes fell to the porch, and my breath hitched. A bouquet of Moon Flowers. Only, they weren’t the crystal white ones that gently glowed in the dark. These were black. Deep, glossy black, shimmering under the pale daylight like polished onyx. They didn’t just sit there—they loomed, almost alive in their stillness.

Then, one fateful evening as dusk settled upon the land, Torin stumbled upon a hidden glade, bathed in pale moonlight that filtered through the canopy of trees above. In the center of the glade stood a single majestic white flower, its petals glowing softly as if they held the light of the moon itself. Torin's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the flower, for it was known to be a symbol of hope and healing amongst his kind. With cautious steps, Torin approached the white flower, its delicate fragrance filling his senses. He knelt down before it, feeling an immediate connection, as if the spirit of Sable herself resided within its ethereal essence.

Finally, she had gotten her fame back and that woman showed up demanding the informal contract they had made in the fall, but the woman didn't want the bastard to stay in her garden any longer to scare people, so she hatched a plan. Hyacinth took one of the black flowers from the woman's hair and entered the temple, asking some other women in the forest, she discovered that that flower was a black hellebore, a remedy that like any other became a poison. An illusionist poison, used by the ancient Greeks. A smile appeared on Hyacinth's face, she put away the flower and contacted Death, who laughed at the forest woman when she learned of the wretch's story. Hellebore was such a strong evil that

After a few minutes, the flights flicker again then return to normal as Emily is taken out of her trance. "We have ten minutes before all hell breaks loose. So, inside there is a ten shekel coin, which is Israeli currency,” she shows us the coin and returns it to the box, "this is the name of who is in the box," she holds up one of the oldest pieces of paper I've ever seen and on it is the name Miladir, “he is the god of hell, and this is dried Cistus Salviifolius or just white rockrose. A native flower to Israel, then ashes of what I think was an animal at some point." She whispers something quickly then shoves the lid of the box closed. "Hand me that candle, quick." She holds out her empty

He picked up one of the pieces, holding it to the light to expose a small, bloody needle head. “Oh no, Helen,” he said, panic clear in his black eyes. “It went off.” “What are you talking about? What is that thing?” Geoffrey said, eyeing the needle. “Tell me!” “Wolfsbane,” I answered simply, feeling the effects already begin to shut down my body. [Hurts. Really hurts.]

I felt nauseous but forced myself to search the bedrooms. Joshua's room was untouched. Everything was perfect except for the strange smell. The bed was neatly made, the floors seemed polished and there wasn't a single object out of place. I expected his room to be, well messier. The closer I came to Marks room, the stronger the smell got. I opened the door and saw a light trail of a mixture of purple and green liquid which forms the colour Boysenberry. The colour of Dolhq blood. Next to the bed lay Darcy with a cut on her forehead. The smell was so intense. I closed my eyes and hit the floor.

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

One that could only be opened by a lily-of-the-valley frequency. Before being sealed, Nyx had studied every known scent type of the Mother of Wolves. Only lily-of-the-valley could sustain self-oscillation in the Void without relying on any external medium. She had spent three hundred years waiting for a lily-of-the-valley. When Aurora was poisoned, Nyx had not intervened. Aurora's lily was the head-on resistance type. She needed a different lily-of-the-valley. One that could infiltrate. One that could harmonize. One that could find a crack in someone else's power. ---

Nox threw our arms around Kirsch's neck as she buried her face in his neck in tears, "Cerberus bullied me! Willa bullied me, too!" I: "..." What the f...?! Taran let out a long exhale, stopping on the stairs as he watched us. Krisch patted us on the back softly with a confused look, but Taran shook his head at Kirsch slightly, hinting him to not ask at the moment. "Hmm...Nox?" I asked in hesitation, "Doesn't Kirsch smell a bit...familiar?" "He smells like lycoris radiata, of course it's familiar!" Nox rolled her eyes at me, "You got it IN the gardon!"