Meteor Garden Lei Novels & Stories

For the first time in months, it felt like I could breathe without the weight of shadows pressing in. Celia closed the ledger on her lap, already sliding into the rhythm of planning like she’d been waiting for this moment. “Less than two months,” she mused. “It’s not much time, but it’s enough if we move quickly. First things first decorations. You said silver and blue?” “Yes,” I said, excitement bubbling over again. “To match the moonlight over the lake. Lanterns hanging in the trees, ribbons along the path down to the water… maybe floating candles set out in glass bowls across the surface.”

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.

Chiri took a deep breath. The frigid air chilling her lungs, she looked out over the garden below the terrace. Housing many exotic plants groomed by the Alliance for medicines and potions, their darkened leaves made disfigured shadows on the ground and walls as they shook from a gust of cold air.

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.”

Around me, herbs begin to stir, soft petals swaying even though the air is still. The greenhouse responds to my intent. “Lunar root,” I whisper. “Starvine. Wyrmleaf. Balmflower....” The leaves shimmer, rising ever so slightly. My fingers graze the petals, not plucking, not grinding. Just… inviting. I close my eyes and feel for the pulse of our bond. There.... It is faint and flickering. But still burning.

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.