Hyacinthus Book Novels & Stories

Hyacinth will never forget whoever it was that caused her death and disappearance. It would be convenient to hate Alice. She lied and let her be another person when there were people waiting for her to come back. But Hyacinth couldn’t bring herself to do that. Alice loved her like her own. In the files Preston gave, it said that they’ve lost both their parents at a very young age. In a way, she is thankful that she got to experience what it’s like to have a loving mother.

"I inquired about any other plants that may have the same effect and he claimed that the hyacinth flowers burned him so badly that he had to seek medical attention." Before I know it, I'm drifting away into the darkness that awaits me in my dreams. They're filled with monsters and hyacinths, both intertwining in a fatal embrace.

Vera also stressed that the library in Ameran could have answers for them and that they needed to find a way to get in there. Queen Hyacinth could feel her hairs stand as the girl with the blue eyes continued walking into the room. Remembering what Calypso had told them, Zen, Nathan, and Frazier all kept their eyes on her, and they could see it. Calypso’s very existence bothered Queen Hyacinth. There was something about her that had the woman rattled, and they were more than curious to see what would happen next. “Why do you want to go?” “Because I can also read,” Calypso sassed.

I popped out. Nova and Tyrion blinked at me, processing my words before Nova's eyes sparkled. "Of course! "Why have I not thought of that earlier!" she sang, running to the pile of magic books she placed by Felix's bed. She took a huge one with a leather cover and started flipping the pages until she stopped, and a smug grin spread across her lips. "There is something called ‘Hyacinthum Salvatorem.’ It's a diamond that holds enormous power, and since it was a work of a white witch, it should be a perfect weapon against any dark magic." "That sounds perfect!" Tyrion exclaimed and clasped his hands as if his strength and hope had come back to him at once. "But how do we get that diamond?"

It didn’t feel like mine to touch. And then—just as I was about to turn away—a spine caught the edge of my gaze. Not with color or glimmer, but with its silence. It was tucked almost too neatly between two broader tomes, their gilded edges crowding it as if to hide its presence. The binding was dark, a shade between bruised purple and coal, cracked with age, and unadorned save for a single phrase impressed in thin silver serif: “The Quiet Cull: A Forgotten History of Hybrid Extinction.”

“Hyacinth, will you join me?” She walks over, looking out over the crowd that is very quiet. When she comes to stand beside me, I pull out the book that Ailduin helped me to make. “When we were on the battlefield, I saw Hyacinth fighting against a fae soldier. He had her mate on the ground and she was punching him, trying to protect her mate with no thought to her own safety, or risk to her own life. While protecting our mates is something we would all do, I know it goes against everything in a sprite to fight. So, I would like to present this book to you, Hyacinth. It’s titled, Hyacinth: A Brave Sprite, and it is the story of our battle and your role in the fight.”

That's usually my coping mechanism, I just didn't think I'd hate seeing someone else use it. I eased up a bit, and we headed to her room. “Liora, get us a pan of pancakes, some water, erm… water in a bowl, and a piece of cloth.” Hyacinth ordered while pressing my shoulder to ensure I sat on the bed. “Can I see the book?” I asked immediately Liora left. I had to see things for myself. “Don't stand up from that bed.” Hyacinth sent a threatening stare and went over to her desk to grab the book.

Hyacinth patted the empty bit of sofa beside her – and then realised it was so covered in pink, fluffy blankets and cushions that she had to remove about a dozen of them before I could even attempt to sit down. ‘Maybe it would be better if she didn’t move them,’ said Brian, with the air of someone adjusting their monocle. ‘This is a barrier to keep your pesky little hands off.’ I sighed again; Hyacinth met my eyes and smiled sympathetically. She shoved off the last few cushions and a bundled-up throw and then sat back down, her legs crossed, a large, old book held open on her lap. Its pages were yellowed and warped, and its cover was leather-bound and gilded.

I asked, keeping my voice low and dark. She nodded slowly, her tentative fingers reaching out to take the book back. I let her, releasing her waist just enough to let her turn the heavy parchment pages. She flipped through several chapters until she reached a highlighted section near the back, pointing a slender finger at a crude hand-drawn illustration before thrusting the book up toward my face. I tilted my head, scanning through the dense, archaic lines of text. blue Lotus. Ancient Lycan potion.

Once he is gone, Elthezar closes the door and turns to the book. “What is this?” he whispers. Flipping through the pages, he reads through some of the passages and frowns. “Honey…sprouts…” he scoffs. “This is all nonsense!” He skims through more lines which sound ridiculous to him. “Blood of man is purified when his inner self is calmed with the herbal essence of hyacinths. It soothes the-” Why is Eduard Visserion so interested in this? He wonders. If Mikhael Vadimovna wrote a book which was never published, then there must be some mystery behind it. What was that man hiding? “Let us uncover your secret, Eduard,” he mutters and starts to work on it.