Lavender Pen Novels & Stories

she croaked, wiping at her still-puffy eyes. Azpen slid in sideways, already mid-laugh, holding a small black vial. “Thought you could use something to mask the fact that your soul's been trampled beneath a warhorse.” He held the vial up between two fingers. “Lavender, oakmoss, and something.... optimistic.” Elowyn sniffled. “You brought perfume?” “I bring solutions. Unlike certain Alphas who bring trauma.” He stepped inside and wrinkled his nose. “By the Moon, your room smells like tears and sickness. Let’s fix that.”

, Ivy asked. "A permanent one.", Zina responded and exhaled in frustration. There were not many drawers so they could confirm that there are no markers in the camper van. Does that mean one of them needs to go to the packhouse? Or to Darkbourne to buy one? But Alpha said quickly… "Will a Sharpie do?", Lily asked. Zina and Dawn looked at Lily with sparkles in their eyes. "You have a Sharpie?", Dawn wanted to make sure she heard Lily right. Lily nodded and went to fetch her purse. A few seconds later, she held a permanent marker in her hand.

" By mid-afternoon, they were in the paint section of a local home improvement store, encircled by sample cards of purples, pinks, and neutrals. "I like that lavender," Lily said, indicating a pale, dreamy color. "It's calming," Vandaulf nodded. "Like something a tranquil princess would sleep under." "Exactly. "Or," he said, drawing out another swatch, "we could do this plusher purple—more like warrior princess empowered." She arched an eyebrow. "You're making our baby Xena, aren't you?" "Don't try to tempt me. Baby war whoops are highly on-brand."

"Just a classic? For the VIPs?" "Not classic," Harper replied, her voice leaving absolutely no room for debate. She was already in motion, her hands flying across the premium spice rack. Her fingers wrapped around a delicate glass jar filled with vibrant, dried culinary lavender. Next, she retrieved a heavy jar of rare, dark forest honey. "We are using lavender. Wild forest honey sourced directly from Provence. And we will torch the sugar canopy until the surface cracks with the exact texture of shattered glass."

"And?" "Lady Amara loved lavender." His brows knitted together. "She always complained that cedar gave her headaches." The room became quiet again. "When she practiced writing..." A faint smile touched my lips before disappearing. "...she insisted on using lavender-based silver ink." I gently lifted the letter again. "This isn't lavender." Bobby let out a sharp breath. "So now you've become an ink expert?" I ignored the sarcasm. "This ink carries cedar resin." He laughed once. A dry laugh.

I looked away. ‍“We brou⁠gh⁠t something,” L‌ena said,‍ and se‌t a small cloth bundle on the pil⁠low. Insi‍de was a handful of dried lavende​r, tied with thr‍ead.‌ “She used to keep it in the kit‌chen window. I thought s⁠he mig​ht like to smell something that w‍a⁠sn’t m‍edicine.” “⁠Thank you.”

When her name was called, every pair of eyes settled upon her once again. She walked forward without hesitation, though her heartbeat echoed loudly inside her ears. Refusing the exercise would only confirm what everyone already believed. She closed her eyes as instructed. The breeze brushed gently across her face, she inhaled carefully before answering. Lavender. The assistant trainer answered. No. Something bitter, fresh leaves, damp soil. The scents blended together until they became impossible to separate. Her brows drew together, she tried again. Longer this time still nothing changed. After several quiet moments, she opened her eyes. I cannot tell them apart, she admitted honestly. No d

Lathering my hair with Scents of rose and lavender, I hummed as the warm water hit my skin. Massaging my body once more, I winced as I pressed at the bruised parts of me. Rinsing all of the soap from my hair and body, I then rung out any extra water from my waves before stepping out. Grabbing a towel from one of the bamboo racks, I gently patted myself dry, making sure not to irritate my sensitive skin. Loosely wrapping the towel around my body, I walked over to the vanity and picked up a tube of aloe vera Alex had set out and rubbed it over my wrists as well as any. other open cuts, soothing them almost immediately.

Like this expedition… “I’d like to buy this, as well.” Angel handed the notebook to Wendy. “And do you have a…” What did Humans call it? She couldn’t very well ask for a sea-urchin spine and pot of ink. “A pen. Do you have a pen to go with it?” Wendy held up a slim, blue stick. “Will this do, or would you like one from our designer collection?” She pointed to a rack at the end of the counter.

She dared not ask for anything else. As they chatted away, they arrived at the parking lot of the grand hotel. She got down and opened the boot to retrieve her treasured potted lavender. Lavender was well-known for its stress-relieving aroma and calming beauty. Growing one and maintaining it in the best state possible was no small feat either, but Evanna’s magic was palpable. Soothing lilac shades burst out of their verdant shoots, gently waving at anyone who stopped to admire them before returning their awe with their gentle fragrance.