I Brought You Frankincense Vine Novels & Stories

I said keeping my voice even. “I don’t even know what to say right now. I just wanted to shower before you woke up. I had no idea what to expect this morning, but that was not on the list.” Lex ran a hand through his hair and shrugged at his best friend. “I didn’t even know she was there man,” Randolph finally said. “Well, I knew someone was there, the vanilla and frankincense I usually get from her was a lot closer, I am sorry, I should have known.” He was working through his thoughts out loud.

I loved the fact that he didn’t even question me. “Hold this,” I instructed and opened the pouch he gave me, taking out the syringes one by one and filling them with the Silent Juniper before capping the needles. I let them cool by the open window; their shimmering substance calmed me. “What are you planning for that?” Ezra asked from right behind me. He rested his hands on my waist and leaned his chin on my shoulder. “Nothing, really,” I murmured. “Just in case I need it.”

I gulp and walked towards there, hoping I would be able to find it. “Hello,” I croak. My voice is all hoarse now. “Welcome, welcome to our store, we have different kinds of herbs that can make you feel good, I promise you won't be disappointed,” the boy drags me inside the store pushing different types of herbs in my hands. He can easily drag me because, without my opium, I am fragile. It has become a part of me that I just can't get rid of. “Which one do you want? We have dried herbs,” he continues listing different types of herbs I have no interest in as he keeps pushing them into my hands.

"We're going the wrong way!" *Trust me,* my wolf insisted. *This is the right path.* Finally, her urgent pulling stopped. I skidded to a halt beside a small stream, barely more than a trickle cutting through the forest floor. The water caught what little light filtered through the canopy, sparkling like scattered diamonds. There, growing along the bank in twisted, elegant spirals, was Silverthorne Vine. Relief flooded through me. At least I'd found one of the required herbs. I knelt beside the stream, using my knife to carefully cut several sections of the vine. Its thorns were indeed silver, catching the light and seeming to glow with inner luminescence. I wrapped the pieces in cloth and se

“Frank, this is creepy. You need to fight the drugs in your system. Purge them.” He continues to walk slowly toward me as if he can’t hear me. I remember what he said. Don’t run. So I walk up to him and embrace him. He grips one of my hands. I cup his face. I pickup an odd scent on him. Herbal, bitter, and metallic. “Wormwood.” I know that smell. It doesn’t get humans high, but it is used in absinthe which does get humans high.