Meteor Garden Episode 1 Novels & Stories

he said, his voice soft yet filled with sincerity before he turned and made his way from the garden. I watched him go, feeling a surge of gratitude for his unexpected words of praise. Then, turning back to my mother, I asked eagerly, "What's next, Mom? What do we do now?" My mother's expression turned thoughtful. "We need to wait for a complete full moon, which happens to be tomorrow night," she explained, her eyes glinting with determination. "That's when we'll make our next move." And so, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in a breathtaking array of colors, my mother, Mr Ferdinand and I stood in the garden, our hearts filled with hope and anticipation for what the full mo

Marissa returned to her human form upon landing. “You have to wait here, Marissa. You can't enter anywhere with meteorites right now. After we've gone inside, fly up and wait for us there since we don't know for sure this place is safe. I'll keep in contact with you from inside the meteorite, and I want you to fire the flare gun upon receiving my signal." “Understood," Marissa replied. Adrian and Rozi entered the meteorite. Just as before, they slid down the tunnel inside, but this time it did not take them long to reach the interior. The pair had familiarized themselves with the meteorite's interior, so they quickly located the Apex Obelisk.

she finally said, briefly and firmly, as if sealing a truth the world rejected. Ilon took a deep breath before releasing a flower onto the mound of soil. “May you rest in peace beside the Moon Goddess.” Mira drew small rune lines with silver chalk on the ground, her lips moving silently in prayer. A faint light flickered briefly between the earth and the runes, then faded, leaving an odd warmth in my chest. “May your path be illuminated,” she whispered.

"Live. On your show. This Saturday." "Married?" Mira blinked. "You've known him for three weeks." "When you know, you know," Elion said, quoting the show's own tagline. "And," Cale added, stepping forward, "we want to do it here. In the garden." "The garden is a wreck," Mira said. "The truss fell." "It's symbolic," Elion said. "Rebuilding from the ruins." Mira looked at them. She looked at the mud. She looked at the blood on Cale’s cast.

The only color was the velvet drape of his cape thrown over a chair. He lay in bed, one arm thrown over his face. The door burst open. “Kade! Kade!” He shot up, eyes wild, instinctively reaching for the dagger at his bedside. Lyric stood there, barefoot, hair tousled, glowing with energy. “You were asleep! How could you be asleep when there are so many things outside to see?” He blinked, lowering his dagger. “You barged into my room.” “I know! I wanted to tell you what I saw. There’s this amazing garden out back—huge green leaves everywhere, and big fluttery creatures. I think they’re called… bigflies?”

She grabbed her mother’s old journal, flipped through. Then stopped. "Only the blood daughter will awaken the prophecy. When fire blooms in the garden, the dead will rise." She inhaled sharply. Fire. Garden. She bolted out of the room. Rose Garden – 1:11 AM The flames danced like serpents, devouring the rows of blood-red roses. By the time Yuri, Sang-woo, and Devin arrived, half the garden was already blackened. A single metal stake stuck out from the center, glowing from the heat.

The droplets scattered like crystal, sinking into the roots. Mara exhaled softly beside me. “It’s finished.” “Only for now,” I said. “Growth doesn’t end. It waits for the next season.” I pressed my hand to the soil and felt the pulse beneath it—a quiet rhythm that matched my own. The Moon Garden had taken its first breath.

--- The Garden Emma opened her eyes and gasped. They stood in the center of an endless garden of glass and fire—flowers made of glowing filaments, trees blooming with solar petals. The ground beneath them pulsed with warmth and golden moss. In her hand, Emma still held Steve’s. “This place is...” he whispered. “A construct,” Emma said, staring at the skyless canopy above them. “Made by the flame.” A voice whispered through the heatwaves—not as sound, but through their bones:

**"Cycle disrupted. Purge protocol initiated." Ravel grimaces. "Worse than a god?" "Worse," I say, staring at the sky. "*Engineers*." **The garden's makers have come to finish the job-and we're the weeds.**

Completion. "The watcher has asked me to speak," Mira said, her voice carrying across the garden. "It has been witnessed for longer than we can imagine. It has seen the first flower bloom, the first child laugh, the first heart break. It has seen the loop repeat, the network consumes, the garden grows. It has seen us stay." The witnesses leaned forward. The gold flowers pulsed.