Meteor Garden Episode 1 Novels & Stories

The moment it hit the wall, it burned through it and the red light went through… When the hot rage air was melting the wall within Megan's body, some of it slipped out of her body and hit Eden. “Arrrrrgh?” He screamed in horror as he felt it on his skin. He quickly jumped off her body. Ethan, who was standing by with his penis in his hand, already wanking in readiness for his turn, was also shocked. He didn't see what hit Eden. He didn't feel the heat either, but he saw Eden's skin reddened as if he just suffered from a hot water spillage. “What is the Moon mother's name?” He gasped as his erected penis shrunk in fear. “What happened?” He asked as he hurried over to Eden.

“Emily? I am sorry, but I am not in the mood for anymore stories. Emily’s smile remained unwavering as she gently took my arm. “Come with me, Megan. There is something important you need to see.” Confused but intrigued, I allowed Emily to lead me through the palace. We walked through grand corridors until we reached a set of intricately designed doors that opened into a breathtaking garden. The sight of it took my breath away, the flowers, the fountains, and the lush greenery seemed almost otherworldly. Emily turned to me, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and reassurance. “This is where you need to be, Megan. This garden holds answers.” My voice quivered with uncertainty. “Answers?

"Honey, the news said there's going to be a meteor shower tonight. Want to watch it with me?" I extended an arm around his neck behind me and smiled. "Why watch meteors? Isn't looking at me enough?" He chuckled softly, kissing me behind my ear. "What about tomorrow?" I blinked. "Tomorrow," I said, "we'll plant the garden full of roses, turn the blast-proof walls into flower walls, turn the end of the world into birthdays, and turn the rest of our lives into ordinary days." Outside the window, a shooting star cut across the night sky, like a lighter someone had casually struck.

I tried to speak, but my throat was so dry. Eve quickly leaned closer and gave me a sip of water. "Don’t speak, just eat.” Her face was pale, but she forced a gentle smile. I looked up at her and whispered, "Eve, you’re alive. I’m so glad." She nodded, tears in her eyes, and tore off another piece of meat, pressing it to my lips. I clenched my mouth shut, shaking my head frantically. Eve’s gaze was firm. "Emma, you need to stay alive. There’s hope as long as you’re alive."

********************************Mack's POV*********************** The garden was a world of its own, carved out of centuries, glowing beneath the slant of the moon. I stepped barefoot onto the stone path, damp with dew, and let the coolness ground me. For the first time in months—no, years—there wasn’t the taste of gunpowder or metal in the back of my throat. There was just silence, threaded with the hum of night insects and the faint perfume of roses that someone, probably my mother once upon a time, had planted in neat rows along the hedges.

The moonlight caught the sharp lines of his face, emphasizing the otherworldly beauty that marked him as something beyond mortal ken. "The plants have been singing differently tonight," he murmured, his gaze never leaving hers. "Their voices carry warnings I've never heard before. They're afraid, Iris. And if they're afraid, then we should be terrified." The memory rose at the garden's heart pulsed with sudden urgency, its petals unfurling to release a wave of visions that washed over them both. Iris gasped as images flooded her mind—Evangeline's approach, the systematic destruction of the garden, Damien's face twisted with bloodlust as he surrendered to his maker's will.

My first and favorite movie ever. It was a nostalgic feeling for me, as I walked to the window viewing the beautiful waxing crescent moon. I felt even more joy when I knew I still had few more days for the full moon. I closed my eyes as I began to inhale the beautiful scent from the flowers from the garden. Garden, reminded me of the first full moon night in the Amber City when Karien had prepared the perfect space for me behind the garden’s door. I don’t know-how but his secret house was likely to be favorable for me, for the extra excited Diva.

The gold light sputtered and died. "I can't fight it," I said. "I'm jammed." "You don't fight," Mom said, stepping in front of me. "You recover." She looked at Maya. "Maya. Can the garden fight? Maya shook her head, weeping green tears. "The roots are scared," she whispered. "They won't touch it. It hurts to touch." "Then we use metal," Mom said. "Keepers! Heavy weapons!" The soldiers on the walls opened fire.

But the story’s almost over. I’m changing the ending, Dad, Maya said. She sprinted toward the machine—the Gateway. This was the place where the star-power first poured into the world. Her father moved fast, blocking her. If you open that, you don’t just send the energy back. You’re inviting the others. The Gardeners. The Judges. They’re not finished with us. Then we’ll be ready! Maya shouted. She leapt at him. They crashed into the windows—sixty floors up, hanging above the city. She could see everyone below, tiny as ants. She saw the little forest she made, the black helicopters circling, hungry.

Of Maeron, whispering “You were never meant to be caged.” Of a child with a lantern, chasing fireflies through fields once burned. And of herself—older, gentler—holding Elias’s hand as the sky rained stars above the Hollow. When she woke, she didn’t weep. She smiled. The Flame We Leave Behind Serena stood at the garden’s edge, watching a new apprentice light their first flame. He trembled. Nearly dropped it. Then caught it again. She stepped back. Didn’t offer help. Didn’t correct him.