Helleborus Onyx Odyssey Novels & Stories

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

Dallas shook her shoulder slightly in an attempt to get her attention. "Huh?" She said, staring at him. "I asked if you wanted to accompany us on the hike," he inquired once more, enthusiastically. "Um, sure, I guess." Even though her answer was unsure and her mind was foggy, she could go for a hike! "I'll make sure to bring some for you as well." With one hand on the steering wheel and the other clutching his phone, Onyx replied. He drove down the narrow street, which was surrounded by a lush green forest. "All right, I'll see you later." He muttered into his cell phone and hung up. He sighed and placed his head against his hand, staring ahead. While the greenery calmed his browns that were

She felt the rough bark of the ancient tree, its grooves etched like the lines on a wise elder's face. "Add the essence of the crystal clear stream, its waters singing a gentle melody. Mix it with the resin of the pine tree, its fragrance like the warmth of a crackling fire." osalind's senses came alive, the aromas and textures blending in her mind like a rich tapestry. She felt the energy of the forest, its ancient power coursing through her veins like liquid moonlight. "The antidote will be ready when the moon reaches its zenith," the voice whispered. "Infuse it with your healing energy, Rosalind, and it will counteract the darkness of the Order's infection."

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

Beautiful… gorgeous. Her eyes were drawn to the only bunch of Nyter, which resembled narcissus flowers to the extent that it looked as if Hades had come from the underworld to plant these himself. They were… stunning. Golden stars amidst the green thorny bushes and like a garland of vibrant gold blooms. How they grew on a gray boulder was akin to magic. The beautiful petals with cup-shaped corona in the middle, swayed lightly in the warm breeze. Nothing trumpeted the glory of Nyter. The rich gold color reminded Lyle of the spring she spent with her parents in their garden. She inhaled the air and her mood lifted when the intoxicating fragrance of Nyter reached her. “Gods!” she said in a brea

She isn't breathing. "No, no, no," I panic, my hands moving to her face, cupping her cheeks. "Sloane, stay with me! Open your eyes!" As I lean over her, brushing her dark hair back from her sweaty forehead, a sharp, bitter scent cuts through the mountain air. It is faint—masked by the pine and the cold dirt—but it hits my wolf’s senses like a whip. Hellebore. Mountain ash. And beneath it, another scent lingering right near the bushes beside the terrace wall. A sharp, sour stench of frantic panic.

Studying the man's movement, she found every movement of the man was purposeful and graceful, like a predator stalking its prey. “My lord,” Beta Idris called the man's attention towards the appearance of the woman. Alpha Odysseus turned around and his gaze landed on the woman who was fidgeting with the hem of her clothes while looking down at her feet, of course, no one could bear to look at him or even summon the courage to do so. “Look up,” Alpha's Odysseus' strong features were set in a hard expression, his brow furrowed in concentration as he studied her. But beneath the cold expression, he seemed to recognize her.

wagers Carey with a wink. “I’ll have a berry blast thanks,” I say cheerfully. He chuckles, “Aren’t we confident?” “On your marks, get set, go!” Shouts Roland and quickly we are each taking off into the woods. While everyone sprints on ahead, I stop and take a moment to sniff the air. Soon I catch the scent of something that definitely does not belong in the forests in Oregon. I can smell bloodroot. It’s a white flower, similar in appearance to a daisy, my dad showed them to me once when he was teaching me all about supernatural weaknesses.

Alaric pointed to an altar far off where an open book glowed a brilliant turquoise blue. It was situated right in the middle of a field of green grass. The field had vibrant colors of different flowers, ranging from Indian paintbrushes, wild irises, and carnations. Alaric and Odessa headed towards the book and stopped at the foot of the altar. Odessa stretched a hand on top of the book. "Here goes nothing." There was a burst of light, and Odessa's head reared back to the sky with so much force that Alaric feared she would break her neck. Her eyes were a radiant blue color, connecting her to the book and its contents.

It was now or never. He slowly walked to the front door and walked into the house. He smiled as he saw Adom standing with his bag next to him. The whole hall shimmered with the glow of red roses and flickering candles. The lights were dimmed and the floor was covered in rose pedals. The staircase was also decorated with roses, and everything looked perfect. Sebestian walked over slowly to Adom and leaned his head on his shoulder.