Lavender Sky Novels & Stories

"Look what I found on my walk this morning! Isn’t it gorgeous? I think it’s a lavender field... it smells heavenly! You’d love it here. Miss you xx" Attached was a picture of a sprawling lavender field, the purple blossoms stretching far into the horizon, almost blending into the soft blue of the sky. The image practically leapt off her screen, and Annabelle could almost feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, the soft breeze carrying that familiar, calming fragrance.

Glass lanterns floated midair, enchanted by Kaius himself, each shining with soft golden flames. And above us? A sky bruised in lavender and soft peach, the clouds scattered like spilled petals. Pulling this off wasn't easy but it was worth it. I'd asked for Wilder’s blessings a while ago, spoken to Kaius, and have Ryan and Thaddeus set this whole thing up.

They got along so well, it felt like they were back in their teens. A week later, Cecilia was nearly all healed up and did not let her injury stop her from going back to work. Her first gig was Franklin's hot spring resort expansion. She named it Lingering Grace Retreat, a name that sounded just right. Franklin loved it and doubled her budget right then and there. Cecilia was torn between a giggle and a groan, but she threw herself into her work with even more dedication and warmed up to Franklin. He was her client, after all.

The sky above the Aethel-Haven was bleeding. The lavender vault had cracked, revealing long, jagged fissures of Chromatic-Aberration (a distortion where light separates into unnatural, glitching colors). Beneath the fracture, Admiral Graves lay pinned to the moss by a shimmering cage of light that Jun had erected, his body a flickering ruin of black static and weeping pixels.

The familiar scent of chrysanthemums disappeared with it. Then came another fragrance. Lavender. Sweet. Fresh. Infinitely familiar. The daybed beneath us softened until it no longer felt like polished wood cushioned with silk but something altogether gentler. A sea of lavender blossoms welcomed us instead, their delicate petals bending beneath our weight without breaking as though even nature itself recognized those who had returned home. Silver light stretched endlessly across the horizon. Above us, the sky shimmered with constellations untouched by mortal time, each star glowing with a quiet serenity that belonged only to this place.

That night, the full moon rose. The sky was cloudless, the pale disc so bright it bleached the forest silver. Evelyn tried to lock herself inside the lodge, tried to reason that the mark, the pendant, the nightmares—all of it—was nothing but stress and suggestion. But something inside her rebelled. Her body thrummed with restless energy, muscles twitching beneath her skin. Her senses sharpened unnaturally. She could hear the creak of wood beams, the flutter of moth wings against the window, the scuttle of mice in the walls. Her nostrils flared at the scent of pine drifting through the cracks, sharp and intoxicating.

They may not like me, but at least when they're near, other students can't kill me. Ahead of me, Rowan, Seyla, and Lyra, all link arms as they giggle in excitement. I slow my pace slightly to keep a distance. I don't want my sour mood to bring down theirs. I glance up at the night sky, and I gasp. I stop walking altogether as I take in the millions of stars lighting the sky. I almost forgot how beautiful the night sky is.

"I think I'm starting to." "Good." She stands. "Now. The honey item. I need a concept by Friday." Back to Celeste. I almost smile. "Lavender honey glaze on pâte sablée." She stops. Turns. "Go on." "Restrained lavender. The honey carries the floral note. The base needs to be short enough to shatter cleanly." I look at her. "I want to test it Thursday." She looks at me for a moment. Then nods once, which from Celeste is enthusiasm.

KIRA The vast, deep violet expanse of night slowly retreated over the mountain ridges, bowing to the first soft, pearlescent glow of a quiet, unbroken dawn. Far above the jagged granite spires of the Eastern Range, delicate ribbons of light unfolded across the sky, washing the high clouds in muted shades of pale rose, liquid amber, and soft lavender.

I walked down the gravel path toward the rose garden to gather fresh lavender and dried rosemary for the household linens. For the first time since fleeing the Ash Pack, my chest didn't feel constricted by sheer, paralyzing terror. Sky had granted me asylum, Tanner had sworn his life to my protection, and River... River’s playful, magnetic flirting from yesterday still made my skin flush warm whenever his image crossed my mind. I reached the center of the garden, where the stone fountain trickled quietly into a circular basin. I knelt beside the lavender bushes, reaching out to snip a few fragrant sprigs.