Novel & Cerita In The Garden Of Beasts

Ajax and Xenia were walking inside a garden holding each other's hands. A few days ago Ajax bought this garden for Xenia. She was scrolling down on F******k when she noticed a picture of this garden in her newsfeed. She just said she wished to have a garden like this one. And that's it. Ajax bought this garden for her. He was waiting for the moment when she will be able to trust him completely and reveal who used her as a pawn to ruin his wedding.

The Genesis Bloom pulsed with ancient power, its consciousness extending throughout the garden until every plant was connected in a vast network of protective energy. "Look at what we've built," Iris whispered, wonder filling her voice as she took in the magnificent display. "Look at what Eleanor dreamed and what we've made real." Damien's eyes followed hers, drinking in the sight of the impossible garden that had become their sanctuary. In the supernatural light, every detail seemed enhanced—the delicate tracery of leaves that defied botanical classification, the flowers that bloomed in colors that had no names, the very air itself shimmering with life force that bridged the gap between mor

As Kira walked through the garden, she was struck by its beauty. The garden was filled with vibrant colors and sweet fragrances, and the air was thick with the hum of bees and the chirping of birds. The garden was meticulously maintained, with trimmed hedges, blooming flowers of every color, and an array of fruit trees. There was a serene pond in the center of the garden, surrounded by large rocks and pebbles. The water was crystal clear, and Kira could see the fish swimming beneath the surface. 'If only she could enter it.' She thought.

suggested Okayo, then he turned to Okech and added, "Take us straight to the garden, please." "Yes. This way," answered Okech, leading them away. They followed him to a small garden at the back of the house. It was a beautiful sight to behold, with numerous rare eye-catching flowers and plants. But one weird thing was a bird that stood in the middle of the garden staring intently at them. "What's with that bird?" asked Gumba, pointing at the black mysterious bird. "I don't know. I've never seen it there before," replied Okech. "Maybe it's the spell carrier this time round. After all, she knows were here."

Hundreds of eyes—most of them glowing with that faint, predatory amber—fixed on us the moment we stepped into the pit. At the center of the room stood a single iron platform. My father-in-law, the King, sat on a high throne overlooking the circle, his face unreadable. Beside him sat a man I assumed to be Lord Arden, he was looking like a man who was about to watch a long-awaited execution. "Prince Eilis," Arden’s voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls. "The Pack has heard your claims. You say the beast is tamed. You say this... Southern girl... is the leash that holds the Feral side at bay."

He answered. His words made total sense. As simple as he looked, he was wise and very accurate with his intuitions. "So what's your decision father. We both know that when you cross the damn river there is no point of return." I reminded him. "Damon, That Beast is searching for a breeder. A bond and mate. If luckily Hera proves herself worthy and its instinct is drawn fully to her, it won't harm her. I don't want to think the worst that's why I still have a ray of hope that she is still alive and being kept well." He answered.

Bella's POV It has been 2 days since Xavier had been to his London. He will be arriving tomorrow or the day after. I cannot wait to see him again. To tell the truth, I have missed him a lot. His caring words, his smile and his incredibly beautiful eyes. I missed them all. Currently I was in mine and Xavier's room, painting with the canvas, painting and paint brush that I found in the old storage beside the garden. I was painting Xavier's midnight black wolf with a night background and a full on the top. It was so beautiful. I painted this with my imagination and it came out awesome.

“Oh, my daughter had a small crescent moon birthmark on her left thigh. I used to tell her the goddess kissed her there…” The words lance straight into me. A violent spasm seizes me. I lunge over the toilet, vomiting, my body shuddering. My heart splinters in my chest, beating like war drums. Badoom. Badoom. Badoom. My tongue unbinds. A scream rips out of me, raw, jagged. The word tears my throat open as I see Agnes’ face blur before my eyes: “Mum!” My body collapses, limp, the floor rushing up. Darkness swallows me whole. The last thing I see is Iris Herewit herself, stepping forward, smiling down at me.