I Wanna Stand With You On A Mountain Savage Garden นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sofia repeated, her voice gaining strength "was making us believe we were alone. Look at this table. Look at the Restitution Grapes. We were never alone. We were just waiting for the season to bloom again." The room fell into a silence the kind that only comes after a held secret has finally been exhaled. I looked out the window toward the silhouette of the mountains. The peaks were jagged against the starlight indifferent to the squabbles of men. For years I had viewed those mountains as a prison a wall that kept the world out and kept our secrets in. Now with the box sitting in the center of the Rossi home the mountains felt like a fortress. The mountains were our protectors.

I stopped resisting the man's kiss. "You whore," He mouthed as our lips touched. "You want my cock, don't you?" I heard him undress. His belts came undone and soon enough, his pants did. His pathetic excuse of a member crawled out of his legs and slapped my open lap. I broke the kiss and whispered into his ears the language of the serpent. An old and forgotten dialect that flower directly from my connection to the great tree. I stopped and tilted my head back a little to observe the handiwork of my hands. His face was now an exact replica of Lydia Nightshade, the thorn by my side. The only thing that stood to compromise the happiness I deserved.

Saint smiled. "Friends... I've never had such" Raven said. "Who will befriend you.. When you always give off Wednesday's vibes" Saint rolled her eyes. Raven furrowed her brows. Why does that phrase seem so familiar to her Raven shrugged it off. The wind blew at their direction and Raven ran her hands through her short hair as they walked. Saint looked at her and couldn't help but smile. ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••MAID'S HEADQUARTERS••

He hugged his knees to his chest and let out a deep breath, trying to hold back his tears. "You betrayed me, Ryu," he sniffled. "You ruined my life. How do you expect me to forgive you?" ******** Finally, on Monday evening... Ryu stood by a corner, watching Aito transfer the potted roses into the soil of their garden. He was on both knees, carefully lowering a budding rose into the soil. The sun was setting, casting a reddish-orange glow all over the garden. Within the roses, Aito looked so fragile and beautiful. Like an enchanting painting that Ryu couldn't take his eyes off.

I pant. “Firs in twenty,” Nythor calls, his knife already in his hand to cut a snare I haven’t seen yet. We break through a stand of lightning-scarred trees into a narrow V of stone, the notch Zarrk promised, just as the first avalanche lets go. Stone roars down the slope where we stood heartbeats ago, a gray river eating its own teeth. Dust boils. Trees scream where roots tear. The wave pours past our notch and thunders into the seam’s bowl.

With each step I take, I sense a subtle tremor coursing through the ground, pulsating beneath my feet like the rhythm of a drum. When I get closer, the beating is louder and quicker before coming to a sharp stop. My breathing is heavy as I scan from side to side, seeing the other girls all standing here. Gemma gives me a small smile, looking nervous, and Megan looks terrified, like a deer in headlights. Their eyes shift from one to the other as everyone braces their positions, waiting for who will make the first move. When I look towards the centre, I see a mix of items stacked high on top of a tree stump. There are mainly daggers standing vertical embedded in the wood or protective armour,

I don't deserve your forgiveness," Tomas grumbled as he bowed his head. Sage stopped for a moment to catch his breath. Tomas was heaving in great bellyfuls of air, a hand pressed to his chest as if to assure himself that his heart still beat. Sophie clung grimly on to the huge boulders, her face pale and her blackened eyes wide, not so fearless as she’d been at the base of the mountain. Ryrmonf and Eve toiled a ways behind, half crawling, their hands leaving behind red smudges as they dragged themselves up the mountain steps.

My Alpha sight made it quick and easy to notice the presence of the person around the mountain because the mountain is a mile away from the garden. What! Who dares go to that mountain without my permission? I dashed out of the garden and whooshed to the mountain at my wolf speed. To my surprise, I couldn't find anyone when I got to the mountain. I took a deep breath and turned around. I arched my eyebrows as a familiar scent hit my nose. It was a vanilla mixed lavender scent. There's only one person that has that scent, and it's… I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up as I heard a rattling sound of grass behind me.

(SOFIA QUISPE’S POINT OF VIEW) "Drop the saws, Zilo! Tell the mechanicals to stand down before you tear the lungs out of this mountain!" Sofia’s voice tore through the screeching of grinding metal and the groaning of ancient timber. She stood at the edge of the decimated grove, her boots caked in a mixture of black mud and shimmering violet sap. She was leaning heavily on Nomo, her face a mask of exhaustion, yet her eyes burned with a clarity that silenced the nearby soldiers.

I looked at the obsidian peak of our mountain, which no longer acted as an atmospheric scrubber but stood as a monument to our strength. "Take me to them, Killian," I said, my voice finally losing its scratchy, clinical edge. "I'm ready to shift." Killian didn't wait. He threw his head back and let out a howl that shattered the remaining silence of the mountain, a call that was echoed by every wolf in the valley. The hunt was back on. And this time, there would be no surgery to save our enemies.