Ironroot Novels & Stories

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

"This urn is from sister Keira, right? Green took the antique urn off the counter, the orchids in the front yard and back garden, that's sister Keira's favorite too, right?" Langit was about to open hos mouth, answer Green's questions. However, Green immediately cut off. "All pink color things that you gave me, I knew they were sister Keira's favorite color. By any chance, have you been seeing me as Keira all this time? I'm Green, brother. Not Keira " Cried Green in front of his face. When her patience ran out, she just blurted out the words in her head. Her breath was ebbing out of emotion.

’ "And selling as a set with this Vitalis plant is another medicinal herb known as Iron Blossom. We’re not sure what this herb can be used for, but the seller requested for us to sell the two together." Hearing the following words, Hesper and Rickard exchanged gazes. They did not expect Iron Blossom and Vitalis to come from the same person, but this further verified Hesper’s previous thoughts.

“Your sparrows have been busy from the looks of it.” “Ah, we’re babysitting for Harry and Jules,” she explained, nodding her head towards the windows that overlooked where Ryan was playing. “So that they can do farm things at vampiric speed. Apparently, the locals have been helping with the basics, but there are things that only Jules can do. Seeing as I had hours to spare and a kitchen to while it away in, I thought I’d prepare some spells as it looks like war will return to Havermouth’s streets sooner than later. Oh, be careful,” she added as Leighton stooped to pick up an item before him. “Pick that up by the leaf it’s wrapped in. It’s Dendrocnide moroides. Even the sparrows needed to han

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

I said. " That one is called celem flower" I pointed at an orange flower " How did you know about it, too bad I can't pluck it". " Prince Liam told me about most of the flowers here" I said. " yeah right, the flowers are so tall and huge" Elia said. " Yes very tall like trees" and then I heard the last voice I wanted to hear. " Well , Ain't you brave to come out here in the garden" it was queen Clarissa.

But before he could completely pull it out, he caught a glimpse of an oncoming attack. He quickly stepped back and swiftly grabbed his sword out from its sheath before slaying the little thing into half. The yellow plant's roots were almost out of the soil so it was very easy for Ji Nan to retrieve it. He looked at the piece of instructions the physicians had given and felt overjoyed. It really was the jewelweed, the most effective herb to treat poison. He checked everything as instructed by the doctor. The sky was still filled with falling snow and a tint of black seemed to disrupt the little daylight that had been reigning all day. Ji Nan took off towards the camp. He ran with the only thi

Lily The snow wouldn’t melt near the old roots. The tree sat at the farthest edge of the Vale, half-buried in the rock face, its bark gnarled like the fingers of a corpse. No leaves. No blossoms. Just the constant drip of blood-red sap. Bloodroot. Dax found it first—said the roots hummed beneath his boots, and the runes carved into the bark whispered in tongues no one could translate. But I understood it. I felt it.

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

For a moment, I wasn’t sure if he was still alive, but George assured me that he was. “I’m not sure I can stop the infection without the antibiotics. It’s spreading too fast. I need a specific ingredient to make it,” he informed me. “What is it?” “Witchroot,” he replied. “It grows in the forests to the east, where the soil turns black from iron ash. We used to keep it in storage, but the last of it was burned during an attack.”