Lavender House Novels & Stories

The First Vampire spoke and it was the first time I saw him smile as he stared at the empty wall at the other end of the hallway. "Elnea?" Curiosity sparked inside me upon hearing the name of a flower I've never heard of before. My question made The First Vampire chuckle. "Have you seen a sword, a fairy and a flower on the flag of Eleneas? What do you call it?" "Yea? It's a lily? What about it?"

“Whether the lycan princess is more than just a shifter.” Lavender! I put it everywhere…on beds, on cribs, there wasn’t a room without a sprig of lavender. Which felt odd as it was lavender that mix with the red stone to blow up the previous palace but I had to start somewhere. Until I could find a witch I truly trusted…and I think she was sitting in my front room. But not yet of age. I left Lance’s cousins and friends to calm him down with a group run in wolf form. Giovanni and Lorrel had changed both babies and kept them occupied until I came downstairs to give them a feed.

Joseph called out gently. After some minutes, Joseph heard a rustle from behind. He saw a woman approaching him as he turned back. "Are you Ms. Lilac Styles?" Joseph looked at the woman. The woman seemed a little hesitant at first, but then she replied, "Yes, I am Lilac Styles. What do you want from me?" "No, ma'am. I don't want anything from you. Today I'm assigned as your angel, and I have to escort you to the stairs of heaven," Joseph's eyes were sweet.

but there is none. No... no... no... Harris... I slowly look back at the hotel as Harris’ voice ring in my head shouting Don’t look back, Amy! Run! Run! Then I see the Passion House, huge, tall, and white in all its glory. Glowing like a kingdom under the sun. I fall back as I see a black smoke slowly from outside of it and gather at its top. Have we succeeded in burning it? I am tempted to go back inside to find Harris but I know he wouldn’t like that.

Finishing brushing my teeth I wipe my face and put Ann Marie's spair toothbrush in the trash. "And how exactly are we going to sneak out the house to get that done?" Shayne asks from the carpet in Ann Marie 's bathroom since she just brushed her teeth before me. "Through the elevator, duh." The pack house has a elevator that no one uses because it goes underground and drops you off two miles away from Jefferson High School one of the three schools that my pack's werewolfs go to. "Deal." My voice is filled with excitement, this is exactly what I needed, a change.

Making it hard for anyone who wasn't meant to be here, to follow them. After what seemed like a long time of walking, a house came into view. But, it didn't look run down or abandon like many of the old houses. It looked like a lot of work has gone into making the house look like it did when it was first built. The house has reddish brown bricks, slightly gleaming windows and a brown door with a crescent moon craved into it, giving off an homey feeling to it. Elzie also more Lavender, Jasmine and Rosemary flowers on the right side, but were fenced off from the ones that surrounded the house. He looked at his sister and asked, How many flowers are needed here and how long did it take you to f

Clouds drifted slow and ceremonial over lawns manicured within an inch of theology. Barnett House hid behind ivy and good manners. Down a narrow corridor, an office wore its life honestly: scratched desk, filing cabinets that groaned when coaxed, a cupboard crowded with plaques—linguistics, peace studies, even faculty sport, because someone had needed a goalkeeper and she’d been it. Marie Richards sat amid a low mountain of theses and half-finished applications. A laptop purred beside a cooling tea. Forty-seven, though she’d deny the arithmetic, she wore her grey streak like a choice, not a surrender.

He leaned on the seat but as he was probably still feeling quite bad, he covered his eyes with his right elbow and his thin lips were pressed into a tight line. Myra felt her body temperature increasing but she did not dare to let her focus slip. As the traffic during the night was quite light, she finally reached Lavender Residence in the city center after an hour. Lavender Residence was a high-end residence in Bradfort City, where every inch of land was expensive. This was not a place where normal rich people could afford to stay, nor was it a place where one with an average status could buy. Myra heard that this was developed by the Hart Group two years ago and when it was still in the pl

For a moment, I thought I heard familiar footsteps. The scent of lavender drifted through the air. I opened my eyes. A familiar figure was walking toward me through the sea of purple flowers. She wore a wedding dress. Sunlight wrapped around her as she stopped in front of me. "Mister, my name is Leah Lambert. It's nice to meet you." The wind stirred. It felt like time itself was turning a page. I reached for her hand. "My name is Wystan Wren. I've known you for a long time."

[Lavender's Damage Absorption Threshold: 100% >> 93% >> 89%. *Rrrrrrriiiip!* [Lavender's Damage Absorption Threshold: 86% >> 77%] Floating in mid-air, Ravyn swiftly tore off the sleeve of her bodysuit herself to prevent the relentless fire from spreading further. "I can hardly believe it, everyone. Lavender has ripped her own bodysuit with her bare hands!"