Meteor Garden Lei Novels & Stories

Jolie pov He opens the gates as we drive through in formation, vehicles spreading out to strategic positions around the estate. Warriors dismount, taking visible positions where anyone can see them. The message is clear: The Moonfire Luna is here and she brought backup. Ryder and I walk toward the garden ceremony space. I can feel hundreds of eyes watching—pack members, visiting alphas, Council operatives lurking in the background. The garden is exactly as it was for the other wedding, white chairs, flowers everywhere, archway covered in roses. Classical music playing. Everything perfect and traditional.

Nothing except tend my plants. The herb garden Kael gave me is my sanctuary—the one place where I have complete freedom to move, to create, to exist without feeling like I’m being watched by invisible eyes. Here, among the moonbell, silverleaf, dragonfern, and carefully cultivated nightshade, I can pretend I still have purpose.

“Thank you. Keep it ready. By nightfall, you will wheel it against the walls of Crimson Moon.” He beamed, and I moved on to the next. Each inspection filled me with fierce anticipation. Someday soon, these towers would bear down on my enemies. Evening settled as a thin veil of violet spread across the sky. I found Leila waiting in my private garden, an oasis hidden behind high stone walls. Its blossoms glowed in twilight: pale moonflowers, white jasmine, deep red roses. The air smelled of damp petals, and a small fountain murmured in the center.

Same went for a walk in freezer the size that a fucking supermarket would have. The largest collection of pots and pans hanging from the ceiling that Amber had ever seen and would likely kill a person during an earthquake. But the pinnacle was the fucking garden. Yes, Leo had like every known vegetable, herb, spice and shit known to man growing in boxes in a massive walkthrough garden in his loft. It was a state of the art system rigged with lights and sprinklers and shit. And it smelled fucking fresh and amazing. Like a day in the countryside, far removed from the filth and pollution of the city, and Amber breathed it in greedily, without fear of it turning her stomach sour again.

It was from Miss Nilly. Getting a text from the group chat on a Saturday definitely meant bad news. “This is a special assignment for class A. If done successfully, 10 points would be added to your record.” I knew nothing good was coming out of that message. “There's a secluded garden called “The Garden Of Whispers. Your job is to collect rare herbs and take out weeds competing with the plants. Here is the list of herbs needed.” *Bloodroot Lily *Stormpetal *Asterleaf *FrostMoss

Dominic growled playfully against her skin. Ahead of them, the path opened into the grand center of the gardens: the Aether-Core Basin. At the center of a circular floating terrace sat an ancient, crystalline fountain that drew pure, unrefined atmospheric Aether Qi directly from the mesosphere, channeling it into a pool of liquid starlight that fed the surrounding gardens. The air here was so thick with natural celestial energy that visible, glowing ribbons of silver, gold, and violet magic floated through the atmosphere like living silk.

It was carved into the marble under the crescent basin. Luna Lyra. The letters felt heavier than they ever had. The garden was very bright, the moonlight shining brightly in the sky. Roses climbed the trellises. Moonlilies glowed faintly. Bees hummed lazily, unaware that anything in the world was wrong…. Well at least for them it wasn’t I stepped onto the gravel path, letting the crunch beneath my shoes ground me. “Lyra.” I knew her voice well enough now that my shoulders tensed before I turned.

As the moon rose high into the sky, its light reflected off the pristine white walls of Leori's mansion palace, casting an ethereal glow across the sprawling estate. The gardens, usually teeming with activity during the day, were now still and silent, save for the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. The streetlights lining the cobbled paths that wound through the gardens flickered on, casting pools of golden light across the stone. The lamps were crafted from intricate ironwork, depicting scenes from the kingdom's history, and they glimmered like stars in the darkness.

"Yes, Señor! Go to the garden first, and someone is waiting for you there." "Waiting?" "Just go." Mother Carmelita sent me to the garden. Even though I was confused, I just followed. As soon as I opened the door connecting the garden and the house, I heard a melodious sound from an instrument. I went out and followed where the ringing was coming from. When I passed a plant that was almost as tall as me, I stopped walking. Amazed at the visible arrangement of the garden. There are two men wearing coats playing the violin. The garden is filled with white star lights. That comes from the LED lazer light. It creates a shimmering pattern of light moving all over the garden. It's like flying firef

Leslie POV Maidstone, North America, 2000. What the hell is this scent? Swiftly the light went off, then darkness and stillness possessed the room. I dropped the Shakespeare’s Othello book on the stool and shifted the part of my head into the wolf’s head and let out a silent growled. The room was still nothing amiss. Michael was snoring on the bed, and I was glad he was, for I don’t want anybody to know about my identity as a wolf.