I Brought You Frankincense Vine Novels & Stories

Let this Aldred's flower use you to my heart's content. Jasmine thought as she drinks her wine. Jasmine said

Sorry for the long author's note haha. Nity out 🍄

“Just one more thing.” I collected a few more harmless plants—lavender, mint, some wild rosemary, and, of course, peppermint to counteract the effects of the angelica—to make it look legitimate. Then, I turned back to the guard. “Okay. I’m ready.” He grunted and gestured for me to follow him. We walked back through the forest, and I clutched my basket tightly. By tonight, I would give Gideon those angelica flowers to eat. And when he did, all hell would break loose.

The steady, clean scent of a place where every bottle had a place and every place had a label. I set the bag on the third bench, peeled the top open, and started laying out what I’d bought. Hibiscus. Sandalwood. Wolfbane. Two packets of dried roots labeled wrong that I relabeled right. Mira hovered on the other side of the bench until I pointed to the stool. “Sit,” I said. “You don’t touch anything until I say.” She sat. She didn’t touch anything. “Gloves,” I said. She slid them on. “Like this?”

I slit my wrist and let the blood flow into the vial. “Wait—what are you doing?” Levi whispered harshly. “Served lunch.” I nodded, handing him back the black vile. “The Primus gave me a pair of this perfume weeks ago. It might help find the person," I said, staring deep into his green eyes. "I couldn't give dinner because it was collected from me.” "Collected?" His brows creased again and he stared at me confused then his eyes went wide. "Was it the ... food we saw you with?"

It was weird how quickly a forest truce with a vampire could become part of your new normal. “Here,” I said, sliding the tincture across to her. “Peppermint, lemon balm, and just a little feverfew. Mix a few drops in your tea. No bog smell.” “You’re a lifesaver,” she said, tucking the bottle into her bag. “Also, you didn’t deny the moonlight brooding.” “That’s because I’m not giving you more ammunition than you already have.” Her smile widened, but it faded a little when her gaze lingered on me.

“I did not make you a concoction just for you to refuse. It’s going to help. It’s made of elderberry, ginger-earthworms, rosemary and tree moss.” He frowned. “Hell no.” I probably shouldn’t have told him the ingredients. I settled on the bed, crossed my legs and winced. “Ouch.” “What?” Maverick asked. “I don’t know… oh no! Venom dripped on my leg. It hurts, but not in the worst way.” Maverick grabbed my ankle and raised my leg. “Hey! Didn’t you hear me say it hurts?” “You also said it doesn’t hurt in the worst way. Be careful, Odessa, don’t you know your venom’s deadly?” He stroked the spot. It was two times his thumb size.

Evangeline hands me a small pewter tin with forget me nots delicately engraved on the dulling lid. I opennthe tin to discover a sticky, brown balm which I rub under my nose as instructed. It feels cold and slimy, but I instantly have a clearer head and feel my energy flooding back into me, so it is a price worth paying. When Evangeline looks up from her stooped position plucking the offending flowers from the ground and filling her apron pockets, she tries to hide her smile. I know, I must look ridiculous. “Better?” she asks, stifling a laugh.

I asked. "Let's begin with incense," William suggested. "If there's no improvement, we can explore alternative options." He prescribed a blend of lavender, frankincense, sandalwood, and ylang-ylang, explaining that these fragrances were known for their calming properties and ability to reduce anxiety and stress. Asher and I procured the necessary ingredients, and William prepared the incense according to the required process. By the time he finished, he appeared fatigued, yawning occasionally.