I Brought You Frankincense Vine Novels & Stories

She's exquisitely beautiful. And her scent is intoxicating. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This is dangerous. I can't afford to let myself get attached. Not with the curse hanging over my head, not with my pack just outside the cabin, not with her scent lingering in the air. But it's too late. I'm already falling for her. "What's this?" she asks, holding up a small vial of liquid. "Willow bark tincture," I say, taking it from her and uncorking the bottle. "It's good for pain relief. Here, let me show you."

she finishes. I smile at her and nod my head. "Nothing would bring me more joy, Io. ". I say stepping forward. When I stand in front her, I kneel on to one knee and she gasps bringing her hand to her mouth. "I wish to still court you to be my bride if you will have me" I ask. She smiles and nods. As I stand, I pick up the vial and note that she missed. I hand her the vial and she eyed it suspiciously. "It's not medicine my dear but a scent I hope you will like." I inform her. She opens the bottle to smell and her eyes light up.

If there's a way I could get a more accurate location, that would be better. I quickly walk to my nightstand and grab the container of vervain that the man had given me. I hadn't used any of it yet, as I was trying to use it sparingly. I carefully place the container in my bag. Finally satisfied with everything, I head out of my room, making my way to the garage. I get in my Ferrari and look over to see if Kenji's coming or not.

A moment later we were upstairs in my old room. Vincent knocked on the door. “There’s a boy out here that wants to see you. A couple of them …” he said, his eyes shining. I grinned as Frankie and Oliver came into the room. The girls and I all had on our white silky robes Bridge had found and got our names on the back of them. They were opening up a bottle of champagne and ordering sandwiches. So I went into the other room with the boys. “We wanted to get you something. But we also have a gift from Elijah.” Oliver said as he handed me a bag.

Freya's POV The following day, in accordance with the agreed-upon time with the buyer, I carried the necklace to that secondhand boutique that specialized in luxury items. The proprietor led into a private room where there emitted a fragrant aroma, reminiscent of a blend of pine with a touch of sage—a delicate scent that exuded tranquility. Intrigued by the fragrance, I turned my head and inquired, "Sir, what kind of incense is used here?" The proprietor replied, "This incense is a gift from a dear friend who crafted it personally. Do you find it quite pleasing?"

‘Can you guess what it is? It smelt warm, aromatic. ‘Something they put in perfume?' ‘Nice try.' He held it to his daughter instead. ‘Take a wild guess, Anou.' With an expression of disgust, she twisted her face away. ‘For heaven’s sake. It’s probably dried camel pee or something.' Obviously steeling himself, he turned back to Claudia. ‘It’s frankincense.' ‘ Frankincense ? A whole sack of it?* ‘They produce it here. It’s the resin of a tree that grows in the south.'

“You made a man’s fragrance!” “I did.” Melanie nodded. “You’ll definitely use the Emerald Vine to create a fragrance for women. I don’t want to be compared to you and make things difficult for myself.” Cyrus smiled. “You’re quite smart! But you’ve also added some ground pepper into it, correct?” he asked again. “You’re really good, Master!”

Gideon replied and then the scent of cinnamon and orange filled my senses. Frankie came through the door with that cocky grin on his face and pulled me in for a kiss. “Are you ready to go, Little Bee?” he murmured against my lips. “I am now, My Alpha. Let’s go,” I replied, taking the arm he offered. “You look stunning by the way,” Frankie said as we descended the stairs. “Thank you. You look mighty fine yourself,” I replied.

“Maybe it was a bad idea?” “No,” I said, much too quickly. “It’s…wonderful. Thank you.” “I had to improvise. Pinoca Roots aren’t widely available—but I found something that works. It should do wonders for your healing.” I held the warm bowl in my hands, wishing there were more ways to thank her than simply saying the words aloud. “Where is Sebastian?” I asked.

I shake the small bottle that holds fresh blood and let the magic within me surface. Black vines akin to veins rise, curling and swirling under my skin and climbing down my arms. I recite the words I was taught and the bottle lights up. I didn’t need the light at that moment, but I liked to look at it. Soon enough I let it dim and placed the bottle back in my pocket. Ready for use when the time comes. I happened to peer in the mirror and catch a smudge of nasty sickness on my chin. I quickly wipe it off and think about Rhett.