Hyacinthus Book Novels & Stories

She looks at me and a simple smile came into her face, ‘Thank you, Cat, although I force you into this world, but you seem handle everything so well, and even gain friends in every corner of this newfound world. “Hey, it’s part of my charm.” I smirked at her, and both of us laughed and finally have some good time. This young woman, named Hyacinth, is a very unique entity, she have a pretty face, although not beautiful. Her demeanor was elegant and sultry, hence her high status, but she doesn’t have the arrogance of some highborn or rich people. She was young, probably twenty-four or twenty-five when she lost her life, such a young age and still full of life, but then it’s gone.

’ ‘Hastings doesn’t make friends with women like you. ‘Women like me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?’ ‘He prefers women with more class, who don’t dress like tarts in public.’ Hyacinth raised her hand again. I caught her wrist mid-air. One slap was enough. ‘And need I remind you, you’re married to me,’ I said. ‘Hastings wouldn’t dare touch what’s mine.’ Hyacinth shook off my grip. ‘First you say he wouldn’t condescend to look at a woman like me, then you say he wouldn’t dare come after what’s yours. So which is it? Is he interested in me or not? Make up your mind.’

Hyacinth is just a tumbling block in her way. She should gather enough strength to kick her out of her path to the prosperous life that Myriad White deserve.

swirled in her mind, each one pointing toward the answer they both were too afraid to touch. She followed the instructions, burying those unremarkable seeds into the soft soil. She watered them. She made sure they had sun. Day after day. It became a secret hidden from the rest of her suffocating life. The sprouts grew into stems, then leaves, and finally, buds. When the first flower finally trembled into bloom, Elena held her breath. White Hyacinths. The petals were pure, clustered together in a delicate, elegant spike. As she watched the flower release its fragrance in the sunlight, she felt a sudden urge to look up its meaning.

Cyrus continued explaining in a careless voice, " We have a hidden book in this castle. All the process of planting those herbs are written over there. We just follow their steps. That book is like a secret treasure of vampires. By the way, why are you so interested?" His red eyes fell on her questioningly. Lisa replied with an indifferent shrug before pressing her head over his chest again, " I am just being curious. After all, these things are all new to me." Cyrus let out a 'hum' before ordering with a sweet voice,

Thea arched an eyebrow and replied with amusement, “My, now that you’re older, your bluster has grown worse. It appears you’ve failed to douse the flames within.” Enraged, Hyacinth thrust her head into the void and summoned colossal phantom palms. With a resounding crash, the sky filled with numerous phantom palms directed toward Thea’s purple-red lotus from all directions. Unexpectedly, the phantom palms were effortlessly absorbed into the lotus upon contact, vanishing without a trace. Hyacinth exclaimed in disbelief, “You…you’ve inherited Taishi’s powers? I’ve underestimated you.” “I’m sure you must be tired by now. My turn.” Thea flashed an indifferent smile and extended her arms, effortl

He was a vampire, obviously, his presence carrying that same unmistakable stillness she had learned to recognize, but she had never seen him before, and outsiders weren't allowed inside the mansion, were they? "Galanthus, so precious, and a beautiful flower resembling purity and hope. While Eranthis, a toxic, poisonous flower just like the people in this palace. They are poles apart yet are being forced to stay in the same place. No wonder galanthus withered faster than their actual time. And look at those vicious things, they still have some life in them." Zinnia wasn't familiar with this much information, yet she couldn't stop herself from saying something, the words slipping out before sh

“Dante.” A voice called his name. The voice was soothing and familiar. As he opened his eyes, the entire cavern was bathed in a soft glow. The silhouette of Queen Hyacinth forms until all the details of her body are now visible within her aura. “She is a hybrid,” Hyacinth remarked, gazing at the lady next to him. There was a smile upon her face. “Both elf and fae. She has not quite tapped into her elemental powers yet.”

***Raven*** Hyacinth was the flower of the night—the only bloom that thrived in the moonlight. She was radiant, captivating, and effortlessly enchanting, much like the woman who had raised her, Margarette Sinclair. Though I hadn’t yet formally met the Sinclairs, it was clear that Hyacinth had brought a sense of joy and peace to Margarette’s family. Watching her interact with Margarette’s eldest son, I could see how her honesty and authenticity had won them over. It was impossible not to fall under her spell. She was introverted, yet she had a way of connecting with people, especially those with old souls. She was extraordinary, and I was endlessly proud to call her mine.

And chocolate mousse. My mouth watered. ‘Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go.’ Ashton climbed into the car and signalled for the driver to take off. He turned to me, watching as I cradled the hyacinths in my lap. I found a notecard attached to the bouquet: ‘Dearest Mirabelle, When hyacinths rest in the cold of night, They wake with spring and reach for light. Let shadows fade, let new days gleam— Walk on with fire, chase every dream.