Meteor Garden Lei Novels & Stories

Mathias glares at Jones before turning back to the house with Liam. Selene motions with her head. "Let's go to the garden. It's my mum's pride and joy." Jones follows the little hybrid down a cobbled stone walkway to a large garden behind the packhouse. The garden boasts a host of flowers in different colors with strings of lights hung above. Benches are scattered around the oasis, with a fountain in the middle as a centerpiece.

He looked at the words carved into the roof of the pergola in rune language, "Moon Pavillion." Verra had created this place and thousands of others like it on the grounds of every mansion and in all the magic towers to purify the mana within the city. She and her team were in the middle of creating a Moon Forrest with millions of these plants filled with purification magic. This forest will act as the lungs of the Stardust City, cleansing all the mana inside the city.

She felt the Heiress’s memories; the cold, empty logic of the Spire, the hunger for total visibility flooding into her brain, trying to drown out the memory of her own name. “Stay in the dark with me, Roheemah,” the ghost pleaded. “We can rewrite the ending. We can make the garden perfect.” "The ending isn't yours to write!" Maya roared. She felt a surge of warmth from her chest not from the steam, but from Leo. The boy let out a sharp, resonant cry, and the amber light from his skin flared, acting as a corrosive to the violet vines. The crystalline cables hissed and blackened where they touched his light and turning to harmless ash.

The Alpha’s shadow and the Luna’s daughter, bound by a force greater than duty or station. Ryke pulled back, breathing ragged, forehead resting against hers. “Come,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “I want to show you something.” He set her down gently, taking her hand in his. Liera’s fingers intertwined with his without hesitation. He led her away from the balcony, down the stone steps and into the private gardens behind the packhouse. The paths were quiet, lit only by moonlight and distant torches. The winter roses were in full bloom, their petals glowing silver under the moon, frost edging their thorns like delicate lace.

“Thanks. I didn’t realize I dropped it.” Drake doesn’t hand it over right away. He glances at the page. “Why don’t you sell this one? It looks… complicated. But cool.” I swallow. “One of the ingredients is hard to find.” “What is it?” he asks. The page shows a pale blue flower with curling petals and a glowing center. Laura called it moonshade. A plant that only grows in certain places, places touched by old magic. “It’s a plant,” I say carefully. “It only grows in… specific areas.”

Emry muttered. Mirae ignored her, plucking a quill from the basket and sketching quick notes on one of the parchments. “See? We could line the outer ring with silver lanterns. Have the pack children release them after your vows—it’ll look like stars rising from the earth.” Emry tried not to smile. “You’ve thought about this.” “Obviously,” Mirae said. “I’m efficient chaos. Now, what flowers do you want? I’m thinking moonlilies for purity and—”

The Morning After — Blackwood Mansion Grounds The sun tried but failed to cut through the clouds that morning, its beam yellow and subdued, as though cautioned not to burn too bright on this planet. Fog curled over the lawn in a pall, low-floating and enigmatic, over statues and fountains set out singly along the paths of the garden like forsaken memories. Leya lay among the roses, elbows resting in the soil. Not digging. Just. Being. Cold earth concentrated her. Silence gave room for thought.

“You want me to disfigure her? Are you out of your mind? We’re both lawyers—that’s illegal! Do you want me to go to jail?” If not for the formal setting, Morgan would have shouted. “It wouldn’t be criminal. Just a little punishment, a big lesson. For women, allergies, acne, skin issues—aren’t those common enough?” Neil chuckled. Morgan’s lips twitched. They exchanged a glance, reaching an unspoken agreement. “Rest for a moment. We’ll be there soon.” Heavenly Flower Garden was a private estate lavishly built by GE Group, blending floral displays, hotels, rock climbing, hot-air balloon rides, oxygen bars, and horse stables across more than ten thousand acres.

“You’ll do great, sweetheart. You’re going to make me so proud.” Kayla beamed. “I know, Mama! And you’re going to be the best Luna ever!” Meanwhile, Damien was fully occupied with ensuring that every detail of the day was flawless. He double-checked security measures, leaving no room for error. He had personally walked the perimeter of the field, making sure everything was secure. At the same time, he oversaw last-minute decorations, carefully chosen to honor the Moon Goddess. He had arranged for delicate silver lanterns to hang from nearby trees, casting a gentle, ethereal light across the ceremony grounds. The field was dressed in soft shades of silver, blue, and deep indigo, representing

Liam Luna Kaiya left me to wander the gardens while she went to her mates. The gardens here are extensive and quite lovely and I admire the last roses of the season along with the fiery colors of the leaves on all the trees when I smell something delectable. The scent leads me into a hedge maze and I follow it until I reach a dead end. The scent is so near. I am nearly certain it can only be one thing, my mate. But, I can not reach it. I trace my steps back and take a different route. The scent is not as strong here, until I take a corner and with each step it gets stronger and stronger. Finally, I turn a corner and there, trimming the hedge and humming to himself is a beautiful specimen of