Lady Cultivator Novels & Stories

It must congruent with the wish a caster realized. Although she truly had not fully understood what the book was talking about, she is determined to draw a magic circle. She hid all the books, then left the library. She crossed the path with Athena, who was busy mopping the floor. "Athe, do you know a place where I could draw— I mean grow carnations?" "Flowers? Right, you should have told us you wanted a carnation. I will ask the gardener to plant them, madam." "N-No. I want to take care of it by myself. I want a place to grow them without intrusion, would it be possible?"

The symbol entered the lady’s body, and her aura grew powerful. As her hair fluttered, her entire body floated up from the ground. Swoosh! At this time, an elder, who was a cultivator, showed up in the cavern. He stared at the lady, who exuded an extraordinary aura. After a while, the lady withdrew her aura and landed on the ground steadily. Looking at the elder who appeared in the secret room, she greeted respectfully, “Teacher.” The elder was the Head of Verdett House, Lothar.

I assured him, touched by his dedication. Thomas glanced between Leo and me, his eyes crinkling with something like approval. "You remind me of her, you know." "Did you know her well?" I asked, hungry for any connection to the mother I'd lost too young. "As well as anyone outside your father, I suppose," Thomas replied. "She spent hours out here, documenting every plant, experimenting with new varieties." He hesitated, then added more softly, "Not like the other one—Lady Aurora. She ordered half the medicinal herbs ripped out to make room for more decorative varieties. Said they were 'common weeds.'"

It was fascinating. A big "O" escaped my mouth. "How come they are in full bloom? They are amazing..." I exclaimed, going near the Jelenas and inhaling its sweet smell. "They are all hybrids, my dear, my lovely sister especially made for this garden. No one wanted to waste a great piece of land to nothing, you got to have flowers in them." A lady walked in. She was wearing a red velvet satin gown with lace sleeves and a 'super' low neckline that showed her hefty breast. Her legs were on display from the long slit that came to her knees. The gown had a flowing skirt but hugged her body nicely exposing every right curve. The lady looked sultry and polished that I was intimidated just by lookin

Lady Vita mumbled, perching her glasses up her nose. Amara always thought it was weird. On how she always chose to wear glasses when she doesn’t seem to have bad vision. Eleanor had told her Lady Vita was a professor in the academe where they resided in. That she used to be like them, a Royal Consort. However, since she wasn’t chosen as a Luna, she had no choice but to continue living in the academe and work as a professor. Eleanor told her it was normal for women like them to live that way. No matter how sad Lady Vita looked, it was her that wanted that life. Amara always thought Eleanor had been lying when she said that, but when she looks at Lady Vita, at her lifeless eyes, Amara thought

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

In the early morning hours of an ordinary day… Ravyn, dressed in black and putting on her hair clip as usual, touches the soil in a pot of cactus that Pierret gave as a birthday present. The soil was dry enough for her to water spray on it twice before leaving the room down the stairs at Gentle’Sand. The girl went to the back of the store to allocate the materials stock for this week’s sandwich ingredients and then went to the herbal medicine drawer. She picked up a few leaves, roots, and dried flowers and placed them in the cauldron in the corner of the room.

“If you say so.” She sips her drink delicately. “Tell me, how do you keep yourself busy? The Luna must have many talents.” “I’m an artist,” I reply, surprised that she apparently doesn’t know since everyone else seems to know every detail about me already. Her lips press together, as if she thinks art is a folly and not a real career. “I see. You know, Lady Selina has quite the green thumb. Her rare moon flower collection was the envy of Ordan.” She pauses, watching me closely. “Do you garden, Iris?”

"Mrs. Finch Senior, I met a veteran actor during my shoot, and he loves saffron crocus. He's very well-versed in them. "He spent a lot of effort nurturing this lilac one. I had to convince him until he reluctantly parted with it. "Also, these Kadupul flowers are part of a botanist's personal collection. It was one of his precious babies. And this…" Yara aimed to impress Eleanor, looking like she was presenting treasures.

the lady chuckled, fixing her robe. “Yes, I was. But it was not pain, but pleasure. Would you like to join us? I am sure you will learn some lessons before you bore Alpha’s pups.” Octavio stood silent, watching Savannah getting uncomfortable. The lady pulled Savannah’s hand, which Savannah jerked. Her long nails made a scratch on her hand, and accidentally she dropped the pitcher. “Who is she?” The lady shrugged, watching poor Savannah assemble herself from the ground. “She is the sweet bud.”