Lori Wick The English Garden Series Novels & Stories

Wind swirled through the broken walls, carrying echoes of laughter long forgotten. The ground beneath them glowed faintly. Tiny sparks rose like fireflies. Liora’s voice wove warmth through the silence, and something deep within the earth stirred. The stones began to hum. The air thickened with gold. And then — a single bloom pushed through the rubble, followed by another, and another. The Fire Gardens were returning. Daren fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. He didn’t understand,

I replied. Looking around the beautiful garden, all the time I spent here, I had not known that the Lycan Pack had a garden that was this beautiful. The green grass was reflecting sunlight. The flowers were smiling, as if welcoming me back to the pack house. Their blend of colors looked and felt so mystical and magical. Letting go of Claire's hands, I tried to walk into the garden on my own. "My lady..." She protested, taking my hands back in hers.

Her face twisted with distaste as she eyed the roses in full bloom. “Ugh, I hate roses. They are such old-fashioned flowers,” she said loudly, waving at the beds as if she was waving away a bad smell. “We should replace them with lavender, or maybe orchids. Something elegant.” Clara, tending to the edges, froze. She looked between Viki and I before standing up straight. Her face looked serious as she carefully said, “Miss Viki, this is Luna's garden. She grew all these bushes herself, so we can’t-”

The lady continued. He wondered where the lady was and he looked around. The voice seemed so familiar and he wanted it to be real, not one of his many illusions. “ This is not an illusion, Nicklaus." She said, this time appearing on a rock in the middle of the lake. Her jet black and red hair shone in the dark and her back was turned on him. “ Who are you?" Nicklaus asked and she laughed. “ I made our little garden like you promised. Our very own special love garden. Just that this one has poisonous plants too. " She said and turned slowly. " I missed you so much, Nick.“

“I want it!” As soon as she spoke, Liam picked her up and pressed her against the wall beside the bed, and thrust into her garden from behind. As soon as she touched the wall, Faye shivered from the cold. But her garden was hot again. With Leander's f.uck, Liam can easily go in Faye's garden. She held her breath and felt the different touch of the f.uck. The tide began to gather again. Unlike Leander, Liam moves slowly and carefully, like exploring and rubbing around in a garden.

The heart of the rebellion was now isolated, a glowing green target in a sea of white. Liora stood at the center of it all. She did not pace. She did not wring her hands. She simply tended the plants, her movements slow and deliberate. She watered the silver-leafed mint, she checked the leaves of the glowing root vegetables for pests, she hummed the garden song under her breath. It was a performance of normalcy, a defiance in itself. She was showing the watching silence that life, once started, was a stubborn habit.

Chapter 47:Back to Lily The property came into view at the end of the driveway just after three. Judith was out of the car before it fully stopped. She did not run but she walked fast up the path and pushed the front door open. Grace appeared from the kitchen. “She is in the garden,” she said. Judith went straight through the house and out the back door. Lily was at the far end of the garden near the apple tree. She had a stick in her hand and was drawing something in the mud at the base of the tree with great concentration. She looked up when she heard the door.

Olivia’s POV The garden was a sanctuary, a pocket of peace within the ever-busy kingdom. The sun cast a warm, golden hue over the vibrant blossoms, creating an atmosphere that felt almost magical. I sat on a stone bench, watching Liam and Sarah chase each other around the neatly trimmed hedges. Their laughter filled the air, a melody that lifted my spirits. Beside me, Lidia was telling me all about her progress in learning how to be a healer. Her eyes sparkled with newfound confidence, a sight that warmed my heart more than I could express.

"Thank you, Maria." As Maria disappeared toward the kitchen, Lorrie wandered out into the moonlit garden to clear her head. The estate was breathtakingly beautiful at night—white roses glowing like ghosts, ancient stone fountains trickling rhythmically, and massive, dark oak trees casting long, intricate shadows. For the first time, it felt peaceful. Too peaceful. Behind a thick row of manicured hedges, a shadow moved. It wasn't the slow sway of a branch. It was sharp, deliberate. Lorrie stopped, her pulse spiking. "Who's there?"

Birds chirped from the branches, their melodies blending harmoniously with the rustling leaves. Lily gasped, eyes widening as she took in the sight. “Whoa… it’s so pretty!” I smiled, squeezing her hand. “And I have something to show you before we start picking.” Her curiosity sparked. “What is it?” I led her toward the back of the garden, where a small corner was filled with delicate, colorful flowers I had been secretly tending. A tiny wooden bench sat in the middle, surrounded by pink lilies, deep red roses, and soft purple lavender.