Hyacinthus Book Novels & Stories

"Your Highness, did you know that our families might actually be related by blood?" "Huh?" Heinrich was surprised. Why did the conversation suddenly... come to this? Wasn't this woman just crying—? Wasn't she just sad because of him? Heinrich swallowed his laughter, as Penelope's question was absurd and nonsensical. "How can Zircon and Hyacinth be related by blood?" "Eish," Penelope flirted drunkenly, still with her eyes puffy from crying. She poked Heinrich's sharp nose and smiled seductively. "Didn't you know that Hyacinth is a red Zircon gem?"

When Ian picked up the call, Harry's tone had softened noticeably. "Enough with this, Rebecca. You should stop throwing your tantrums. You were indeed wrong this time. I don't care where you are. Just hurry and come home. I'll take your side this time." While Harry was still blabbering on, Ian interrupted him, "Harry Haldeman, were you the one who instructed the maids to burn the dead body? That body was very likely our sister, Rebecca!" There was a moment's stunned silence. Then, Harry's voice started shaking. "That… Could it be… That's impossible. Rebecca couldn't have ended up looking like that. She was locked inside the cellar for just three days. She couldn't have turned into something

Where else can you find a transfer student with such a strong temper? She didn't even beg. Isn't it obvious she doesn't care about "the Talent Society"? After scattering the shredded paper, Heloise coldly looks at the faces in front of her. She memorizes them, then turns and leaves, leaving behind a group of astonished people. ... The twilight light spills into the not-so-large courtyard of Hyacinth Garden. The hyacinth flowers on the wall change color as they reflect the sunlight, dancing lightly with the wind. Fine mist sprays, making the flowers look delicate and dewy.

Kayla said politely. “You can call me Hyacinth,” the woman introduced herself, causing Kayla to raise a brow. “Hyacinth, like the book?” she asked her. “Exactly like the book,” the woman answered. “Is that why you like it so much?” Kayla asked in astonishment. “Yes, and no. I like it because I wrote it,” Hyacinth said and Kayla paused and looked at the little woman, before turning over the page and looking between the picture of the author and the woman before her. She saw the resemblance quickly.

Hailey wandered the palace, feeling bored. Luna Grace was away, and Lila was busy with her chores. With nothing to do, Hailey found herself in front of Duncan's study. She had never really looked around. "Perhaps I will find something intriguing to read," Hailey thought, pushing the door open. She strolled towards the book racks and ran her fingertips across the covers of each book. She glanced at an ancient, well-worn book. She pulled it out and smiled. It was about plants and herbs.

Hyacinthus was a very beautiful Spartan prince and lover of the god Apollo. It was a pity that Zephyrus wounded Hyacinthus fatally out of jealousy when Hyacinthus was playing a game of Quoits with Apollo, but even the God of Healing could not save the one he loved. In honor of his lover, Apollo made a flower spring up from Hyacinthus' blood and named the flower Hyacinth. "I don't want to be Zephyrus. I want to be Pegasus roaming freely in the sky," she said jokingly. "Okay," Bellamy said in a gentle voice.

Its red horns touched the locks. Dinh. Yet the door swung open, and Hana cheered softly, "You're great, Zeci." Zeci huffed at Hana's compliment. Ever since Hana had cultivated Blue Heart, it felt itself being forgotten by Hana, and it was worried that one day Hana would no longer feel useful and throw it aside. That's like killing it. Hana gently crept through the doorway and entered; in the middle of the room, a red circle protected a book. It was suspended in mid-air, and around it were candles that burned endlessly. Hana reached out and grabbed the book when potent energy pushed Hana backward. Her back was pressed against the wall and fell to the floor.

But he was gone, no longer posted at the large desk covered in papers at the front doors. "That's no way for a Princess to speak," the librarian muttered. He had appeared next to her without a sound. Aynyra jumped in her seat before seeing an old book he held out to her from his old robe. His hand looked like a corpse, pale, blue and incredibly skinny. Aynyra slowly took the book before reading the title, 'A guide to Love Potions'. "How did you?" When she looked up again, he was gone. He had given her the perfect book—what a strange encounter.