Lavender House Novels & Stories

It was this season of beauty that brought the villagers together for an annual celebration—the 'Fête de la Lavande'—a grand festival dedicated to the lavender harvest. One morning, as the sun rose, casting its warm golden glow over the sleepy chateau, Vincent came to Abigail with the news of the festival. The announcement seemed to break the monotony of their days, infusing a new sense of anticipation and excitement into their peaceful existence. The 'Fête de la Lavande' wasn't just any celebration—it was a vibrant display of the rich culture and traditions of Provence, and Abigail was eager to experience it.

The smell of lavender was missing, tainted now by the bitter aroma of rogue wolves. "Derrick," Jonas hissed up ahead, indicating new claw marks on the wall. “They’ve been here.” “Spread out,” Derrick ordered, his voice hushed yet commanding. “Search every room. Serena, stay with me.” I nodded, my pulse thrashing as we made our way into the house. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet, and in those creaks I could remember my grandmother’s laughter, all mangled and vile. We entered the kitchen, which was barely lit by a dim-lit lantern. I caught my breath when I saw it — a single sprig of lavender, wilted but unmistakable, set deliberately on the counter. A taunt. Rhys knew I’d come.

one of them replied. The watch house was a tall building at the entrance of the pack where one could observe what was going on in the pack. "Thanks." Lavender replied and walked towards the building. He climbed the stairs and got to the top. When Jayden heard his footsteps, he turned around to look at him. "What do you want?" Jayden asked coldly. "I came to see you." Lavender replied. "I am busy, go away." "I won't disturb you, I will just sit here quietly until you are free." Lavender said as he sat on the floor.

“It’s a girl.” Asher smiled, and he stood up from his seat. His hand went to Eden’s bulging stomach, and he kissed the top of her head. “She’ll be perfect, Eden. I’m really happy for you. She’s one lucky little lady having you for her mother.” Eden sniffed as tears welled up in her eyes. “Stop making me so emotional before we’ve even eaten.” Asher chuckled, and sat down in his seat. “I also bought The Lansing House a few months ago. I’m thinking it’ll take enough time renovating the old place to clear my mind again.”

Any attempts to steal or cultivate them outside the temple would prove futile, as they would refuse to grow in any other land. Their presence was exclusive to the Temple of the Moon Goddess, a testament to the divine blessing bestowed upon this sacred ground. Even the other man-built divine temples, though they could cultivate lavender gardens, could only work with ordinary varieties, unable to capture the enchanting essence of Mother's chosen flower. In addition to the Temple of the Moon Goddess, there was another exceptional place where the sacred lavender flowers thrived—the royal palace. This distinguished location held a unique privilege of being exempted from the limitations faced by o

Lavender is used to calm and help with peace and tranquility. We add lavender to our fires to ward off evil. I want to talk to Evee, so I walk over to the bakery to see if I can find her. I find my mother instead. “Oh hello, I didn’t expect to see you so late” she said. “Have you seen Evee?” I asked. “No. What do you two have planned for the rest of the night?” my mother asked.

The soft fragrance calmed my tense nerves. “You like it?” Xavier asked from behind me. I nodded. “Lavender reminds me of a small house I once lived in. There was a little patch of land beside it, and I planted a few stalks. They didn’t grow much, but it was enough to make me feel like I had something.” I froze quickly, regretting having said too much. I rarely opened myself like that. But Xavier didn’t laugh or pry. He only said, “If you’d like, I can add more lavender here. You can choose where to plant them.”

he motioned for me to go in before entering the house once again. I glanced around. There was a little garden just beside the house. The spot where it was located looked too specific like it was designed for this person alone so I wondered who the person was. “Let's go,” I told Evelyn and entered the house. I didn't know what I was expecting but what I saw when I entered the house exceeded my expectations. The interior was beautifully done. The windows were draped with soft but beautiful lavender linens which gave it a soft vibe. The house itself was designed and colored with white. I could see myself never leaving if I lived here.

It looked so lively as the flowers swayed to the faint wind resonating throughout the forest. What made it even more spectacular was the tree house. Yes, you heard right, a lavender tree house that embodied the large stalk and branches of the tree. The bushy flowers acted as a camouflage, as the colours of both the house and flowers were similar. The tree was also like an umbrella, shielding the house from natural forces. "Silas, what is this place?" I gaped at him in astonishment. "This, my dear, is my secret hideout," he said with a proud look on his face and crossed his arms, admiring the place as though it was his first love.