Ironroot Novels & Stories

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

Warm, moist air coated my skin as I walked in, fogging my glasses for a second before I wiped them with my sleeve. Professor Adira was already there, her hair pinned into its signature braid like a whip down her back. Long rows of cultivation beds stretched before us, brimming with night-blooming moth orchids, ironroot leaves, and luminous moon mint that left silver dust wherever it brushed skin.

Next to the sketch, his handwriting listed the identifying markers one final time. Silver-veined leaves. Pale blooms. Grows only where moonlight touches dead ground. Do not confuse with nightthorn—the flowers are similar but the leaves are black. Nightthorn will kill you. Moonvine will save her. Simple as that. I tucked the paper into my jacket pocket, right against my chest where it wouldn't get lost, and took my first step into the forest. The change was immediate.

" I lifted the dead plant. The soil was bone dry, and every leaf had yellowed or fallen. I had bought that pothos on the day I moved into the new house, and Marcus had helped me water it for the first time. He had said, "Jules, this plant is like us. Once it takes root, it never moves." Roots. He had torn every one of mine from the ground.

I questioned, pulling my Druidic rod from my bag. “Not exactly. We have to go to the riverbed and source for damp soil.” Aerin pointed out. “We need Green Jade, Winter Cherry roots...” “Winter Cherry?” I had never heard of that plant before. I didn’t think that Grandma Rose would have it in her pantry.

He argued. "Okay what's going on here I'm confused." Martha chipped in but none of us bothered to answer. "Fine. Since you want to help there's a particular problem we're having. Perhaps you might be of help." I pointed to an area on the map. "What is this?" He asked. "This is the Oasis Haven Coven." "Vera's Coven." He said. I nodded in agreement. "She has an ancient artifact locked in this room. This artifact alongside the two others from The Lycan's and Dragon Lord's side is more than enough to kill me."

The girls in my high school will probably take the week off to avoid such hard labor. " I am still impressed regardless and yes you are making a lot of sense, let me show you the pattern we will be making for this particular type, it's called the Juniperus scopulorum or more commonly the 'Moonglow'. I still don't understand why my mum planted this in our garden but the tall full trees makes it easier to hid in here. You know no one will know where you are and you can have your peace and quiet" I said to her as I demonstrated the pattern my mum usually followed when pruning. " now I know where you will be if I ever need to find you" she replied with a smile, revealing her deep beautiful dimpl

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

I gritted out. "Alpha, I really need you to calm down," Lira finally said as she handed me two different tablets and a glass of water. "You will need to take both of these for the next two weeks. It will help with the internal healing as well as the external pain." "Calm down? You want me to freakin' calm down after finding out some bastard wants to kill my children?" I shouted at her and I was about to hit the poor woman when I felt Jayson's hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, seeing him shaking his head as his way of telling me that I needed to calm down.

So as he fell to his bed, opening Facebook on the laptop in his hands, he garnered enough strength to type in the name- Irene Fields. And what he was about to find out, would change his life, forever. To be continued...