Meteor Garden Characters Novels & Stories

Rea said which made me stunned. " What? I will be the Lycan King's personal maid?", I asked her again for confirmation. She stop and turned around. " Yes! You should be thankful. Just come with me so I can teach you kitchen tasks before he announce the new Luna." After hearing her, I was confused and curious who was his chosen Luna. I knew Imore couldn't be his Luna because he was Alpha Damien's fated mate. It can't be Kaya because she's clumsy and Asta can't be his Luna either because she's too young for it and hasn't develop a scent yet since she hasn't met her wolf.

I look around with a heavy heart and shake my head, “no, I will hurt no more over this, over him, when I leave this garden, my time will be done and I will move on from this so-called destiny. Tears well in my eyes as I sit and his image flashes in my mind, his smile as he pulled the weeds with me, his laughter as we walked through the dead garden. The warmth of his lips on my forehead, his scent inside my tent and the way he held me in his arms as I slept. I jump at her voice, “child why do you cry?” I stand quickly as I spin around wiping at my eyes and take in the woman that stands in front of me, “who are you?” She smiles as she tilts her head, “I should be asking you that.” She sits o

I hate and love it all at once, and I don't know what to do with myself. I look out over my private garden far below. The garden is my haven. I’m the only one allowed in it, and in all the centuries I’ve walked this earth, I’ve never even allowed one of my mates to join me there. The only other person allowed to enter my garden is Lochlan, the caretaker. “Where is she?” Knox growls.

Along the Luna Pathways, fellow travelers offered support, encouragement, and guidance, creating a sense of community and camaraderie among those who chose to embrace their authenticity. Within the Luna Eternity Gardens, cosmic beings found solace and inspiration amidst the lush beauty of celestial flora and fauna. These ethereal gardens served as spaces for introspection and reflection, allowing individuals to connect with the natural rhythms of the universe and tap into their innate wisdom. It was here that beings discovered the transformative power of embracing their true essence and aligning their lives with their deepest desires.

I said to Elaine who then smiled. "Of course it should. I think I still know the way, I can show you there," she said and led me towards the garden of roses. When we got there, I discovered that half of it was gone, unlike how it was years back. Did they clear it? Frowning, I plucked out one out of the ones I could find and inhaled the scent. It made me feel more alive and I couldn't help but nod my head in satisfaction. No one knew what this flower did to my entire body system aside from me and my wolf.

My breath is taken away when I do. It's a night garden. Everything here only blooms at night and under the moon. Moon flowers take pride in a place, and there are hundreds of them. There are other flowers, like primrose and jasmine, that fill the air with a sweet scent. There is also a giant pool in the middle that reflects the moon perfectly. Jace can feel the energy from that garden filling our souls, making our power hum beneath our skin. I’m in awe. "What is this place?".

I spoke about the ocean, about the tide that always returns, about the small, stubborn act of staying. "Celeste and Teresa have that," I said. "They have the staying kind of love. The kind that weathers storms." They cried. I cried. The cat sat on the porch, watching, as if it understood. --- The garden was full. Tomatoes, peppers, herbs. The roses were heavy with blooms. The fig tree was so laden with fruit that branches bent to the ground. Miguel, the young gardener I'd been training, had taken over most of the work. He was nineteen now, strong and sure, with a quiet confidence that reminded me of Vovó Celeste.

"I used to be a rogue. I had lost my mate even before I met her. I never seen her and she was torn away from me. The pain was unbearable and it messed me bad. I ran away from my previous pack and became a rogue. I joined a rogue pack that used to rob and traumatize other packs for fun. I was going feral when I met your mother. The pull was immediate and I was once again living. She was the Goddess herself in disguise and I was drawn to her like a bee to a flower. She saved me. Your grand father, Charles Moon, he was against our mate bond. But Grace, she fought against every single of them to get me accepted. I gave my best and although it took me years, but I did manage to get into your gran

The fear in their bond softened, replaced by a steady, determined warmth. "You're right," she whispered. "I know," he said, and she nudged him with her elbow, a small, playful gesture that felt like a promise. --- A month after the crystallization, the first new gardener was chosen. Her name was Sari, and she was young, with bright, curious eyes and a laugh that sounded like bells. The ceremony was held in the Eternal Garden, but it was different this time. The original gardeners were gone, their legacy now woven into the very air of the Nexus.

Marietta said and burst into laughter. “Stop laughing, it's not funny.” “It's not you, I'm not laughing at you, I'm just surprised the Moon goddess gave her a mate,” Marietta said and kept laughing. They both were laughing together then suddenly, Harley stopped when he felt Renegade wake up. “Someone is here,” Renegade said, laying on a flat but high rock beside a lake, and the surroundings were filled with different and beautiful flowers. “Who is?” Harley asked, confused. “ The mother is here.”