Honey: A Novel Novels & Stories

The red cap soon turning into dust in the foreign realm. Taking his sword, I blended into the shadows, leaving the alley behind. * Two days have passed after the fight and I finally reached the remote beach on the outskirts of New York City. A lonely black horse was gazing into the horizon. Upon sensing my presence, he trotted happily toward me. “Long time no see buddy,” I whispered the words when he snuggled into my shoulder. “Take us home.” I sigh, climbing onto his back and holding tight. Picking up speed toward the water he gradually lifted us in the air. Galloping now through the thick haze just above the dark waters.

A pitying tone to Rhett's voice. I lift my arms and immediately drop them back to my sides in defeat “Who won’t be happy?” Finn’s deep voice breaks into the awkward moment. The hulking bear shifter, almost as big as King Mathias himself walks over to us, his white-blonde hair and violet eyes just like his sisters. My little witch. He would probably kill me if he knew I stole her innocence and if he knew she imprinted on me and that I was sending her back with them and abandoning her. “Queen Lamia,” Travis tells him “Hunji is staying here.”

I swallowed again. “I did.” “Oh god Honey what have you done?” “The only thing I have ever wanted to do.” I muttered. Stealing my nerves. This was it, it couldn't be changed, there was no backing out of the army once you were in, and I was in. So now I just had to try and get them to see it my way.

“Two more weeks. Maybe three.” He nodded slowly. “Three weeks is fine.” She let out a careful breath. “Thank you.” “You already thanked me,” he said. “Stop thanking me.” She looked at him. He was looking at the meadow, but his ears were red. She looked away and smiled at her boots. Chapter 7: The Honey House The honey house sat between the farmhouse and the hive yard, small and wooden, smelling of wax and sweetness and something older underneath. Silas used it for extraction, for storage, for the quiet work of processing frames. He’d never offered to show it to her. She’d never asked.

ARDEN Honey sat on the porch, her legs swinging back and forth as she hugged the stuffed wolf Cade had given her. Her big, round eyes followed me intently while I packed the last of my things. She didn’t say a word until I crouched down in front of her. “You’re really leaving?” she asked, her voice small, carrying a hint of hope that we might stay another night. I, too, longed to spend more time with her. She was one of the most beautiful she-wolves I had ever encountered—both inside and out.

But he had chosen to leave, to disappear, and to hide in the shadows while I ate his food and read his words and tried to make sense of a man I did not understand. I picked up the bread and tore off a piece, and the warmth of it spread through my fingers and into my chest. I dipped it in the honey and put it in my mouth, and the sweetness filled my tongue, and I closed my eyes and tried to remember the last time I had eaten something that tasted like this. The honey was rich and golden, with a floral undertone that reminded me of summer, of flowers, and of warmth that had nothing to do with fire.

My standard vanilla honey aroma started to bleed through the cracks, sweet and heavy, filling the small space. But it was not pure honey anymore. Deep within the sweet scent, a radical, primitive shift was happening. A foreign note had entered the air, something rich, milky, and deeply grounded, like fresh earth after a heavy rain. It was an ancient biological signal, a scent that did not belong to a lone Omega athlete. Orion froze.

"If you go find her, I'm sure she'll treat you well." Joey was skeptical of what I had said, and wanted to reconcile with me instead, but he couldn't do a thing while I was under the constant protection of my bodyguards. Not being able to lay a finger on me, he plotted against Winnie instead. "I'm just using her," he promised, time and time again. "Once she outlives her usefulness, I'll come back here and marry you, don't worry." I personally saw him off at the airport, and he died one month later after accidentally consuming food that was laced with rat poison while wandering the streets.

“What does the Hallow want with her?” I close the book. The shadows freeze. Then lean in. Listening. “It wants what I want,” I say quietly. “What I’ve always wanted.” Jason’s eyes widen. “Brad… you’re scaring me.” “Good.” I stand, the prophecy book in my hand, the Hallow’s power crawling up my spine like a second heartbeat. “Raven is the key,” I whisper. “To ending this. To ending everything.” Jason shakes his head. “Ending what?”

He froze, staring at him with vacant eyes. Justin didn't notice anything was wrong and held him all the way to the car. As he set up the child seat, he said casually, "Honey, remember Suzanne Lloyd? Her child was sick before, but now they're recovered and ready to return home. She doesn't have much family, so I thought she could stay at our place for a few days." He studied my expression and added, "Of course, I'm just suggesting. If you or Nolan mind, we don't have to."