Lex Hortensia Novels & Stories

Nox rolled her eyes at me, "You got it IN the gardon!" "No! I'm saying he should smell like the mark on--Wait, what?!" I gasped in shock. "I smell like your favorite flower?!" That's what Kirsch said. "Lycoris Radiata is red spider lily?!" That's what I said. "And Taran smells like it, too." And that's what Nox said.

I don't think I'm ready for whatever information he had for me, yet. "Hello?" Bart's voice rang immediately Drax answered the call and put it on speaker. "Hello Bart. What's up?" Drax replied. "Nothing much. I have some info for you guys." He announced. "Okay? " Drax hummed. "I have gotten the info you'll need to find the tolkan herb." Bart said, and I could see the corner of Drax's lips lift up in a half smile. "I'll email you picture of what the plant looks like. Although it's very difficult to miss. It's bioluminescent plant that glows purple in the dark. It has some whitish spots around the corners of the leaf." He paused.

With a determined expression, she points to her selection, signaling her choice. Finrir, after a moment of consideration, nods toward an oxyplant featuring oval leaves. Its unique characteristics catch his attention, and he feels a connection to it. Tritan's attention turns to a particular oxyplant, recognizing it as his sister's favorite. With one of its many ancestors being an orchid, this oxyplant boasts vibrant purple blooms speckled with bioluminescent patterns.

She is beautiful and special and strong—of course my own pack would find her attractive and would be partial to her kindness and uniqueness. “Ju—Justin,” she cried. I pounced practically over her body, my face right over hers while she squirmed. “Helen, please. I’m right here, just wake up and talk to me.” “That’s not going to happen,” Russo purred from the hallway. He held up an odd looking plant in a pot, the leaves of the plants large and green with purple and red veins on the fleshy pads of the greenery. “Found out what it was.”

Higan asked. I still had about two hours until my curfew so, I nodded in agreement. ~ Higan parked his car at the mall's parking lot and killed the engine. It was my first time being in his car and it had that fresh new car smell. The interior of his Audi was as lavish as his life and a grandpa smurf keychain hang from the rearview mirror. We got out of the car and waited for Natalia and Adam, who parked a few cars across from us, to find us.

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

No, he would not be easy to take down, but my overarching need for revenge overpowered any fear I should have had. For weeks, I’d watch the windows from afar—hopefully, far enough away they wouldn’t catch my scent—figuring out where everyone slept and planning how I’d enter the house once I was ready. He lived there with his wife, a middle-aged woman. They also seemed to have two grown children. One was a woman, and the other was a very attractive, muscular, blond man who I found out from Hugo was the alpha. I’d sometimes inadvertently catch his scent, which seemed to mix itself with the most spellbinding cologne. I’d never smelled such a luxurious, masculine, sexy cologne before. What was i

the woman explained before describing the plant carefully. Ruztom left immediately. Beta Armin stayed behind to keep watch while the woman continued treating Genaro. An hour later, Ruztom returned carrying two similar-looking plants. “This one is Long Bat,” the woman said, pointing toward the plant in Ruztom’s right hand. Then her eyes shifted. “The other one is Hazel Cloth.” She frowned immediately. “That one is poison.” Ruztom froze. “Wash your hand.” “What?!” He threw the plant away so fast it nearly hit the cave wall before sprinting toward the water basin.

And blooming there, in absolutely flawless, brilliant clusters of white, lavender, and deep magenta, were hundreds of rare orchids. "Adrian..." Lydia whispered, her fingers instantly flying to her lips, her dark eyes pooling with a sudden, beautiful shine of tears. She recognized the specific variations instantly. These were the exact, highly delicate breeds from her late mother, Nurhayati Yasin’s, historical collection—flowers she thought had been lost to the administrative neglect of old family estates years ago.

Leonard pressed on, he didn’t look the bit convinced. “No Leo. I don’t know” Liora replied and furrowed her brows. “You don’t believe me?” She asked and Leonard shifted in his seat. “It’s not that I don’t believe you but those flowers are Shenzhen Nongke Orchids. They only bloom every 4-5 years and that massive one that one sent to you? They were definitely specially grown. Does a random person send that to another random person?” He asked and Liora stared at him stunned.