Meteor Garden Novels & Stories

MARA The night smelled of lavender when I pushed open the wrought-iron gate. The Moon Garden stretched before me, silver and alive beneath the full moon. Every path glimmered faintly, every bloom breathed light. The air carried a sweetness that clung to my throat. The gravel crunched softly under my steps as I walked deeper into the garden Lila had once built, a place meant for prayer and peace. The crescent beds curved toward the center where the moon lilies grew tallest, their petals catching the light like polished glass. I knelt among them, brushing my fingers through the damp soil. The warmth of the day still lingered beneath the surface.

For several seconds, nobody moved. The imperial envoy remained bowed before me, one hand pressed over his heart, while the last traces of golden fire drifted from my fingertips. I couldn’t hear the screams anymore. I couldn’t hear the crackling flames that I had created few seconds ago. I couldn’t even hear my own breathing. All I could hear was that one word — Your Majesty. My knees weakened. I looked down at the crest burning beneath my skin. There were twin wolves. An eclipse. Gold and silver intertwined in a symbol I had never seen in my life and somehow I recognized it as intimately as my own reflection.

Vastria was left alone. She did not see Remus’ mother yet, but she decided to look about the garden. As she entered the garden, it was filled with various roses. They were grouped by colors and types. Vastria did not know all the varieties of roses, but she loved the way roses looked. This garden was an inside garden, the roof tall with sky light. She could see the sun above with clouds passing by. The garden was as big as the common living room in her joint suite. The walls of the inside garden looked like it was made of metal. Vines grew on them giving it an intricate look and feel. Small roses blossomed from these vines that wrapped around the walls and pillars of the garden.

smiled Rose. With a hug Rose watched as they drove off. "Ok Deanna I we are the last ones to leave. Let's go." Rose fell asleep. She dreamt of a man. He was smart and stronger. There was a smell of cedar and vanilla. There was a smell of lavender that seem out of place. Driving all night they finally made it to the Moon Valley Pack by day break. "Rose we are here." whispered Deanna Rose opened her eyes. In front of her was a decent cottage. To the right was sweet garden that could grow veggies later. She would always make sure pups would not go hungry and a garden was a good start.

My breath is taken away when I do. It's a night garden. Everything here only blooms at night and under the moon. Moon flowers take pride in a place, and there are hundreds of them. There are other flowers, like primrose and jasmine, that fill the air with a sweet scent. There is also a giant pool in the middle that reflects the moon perfectly. Jace can feel the energy from that garden filling our souls, making our power hum beneath our skin. I’m in awe. "What is this place?".

Dove stepped over a pile of rocks and up onto the step that would lead them to the path to the blossoms. When he had fully stepped across the line, he stopped and his head snapped back, eyes wide, a deep, disembodied voice came from Dove. “Sons of Draken. I know why you’re here, what you need, and who it’s for.” “If you know that, you know we have limited time, please speak plainly?” Stryxx asked. “The blossoms you seek are in the Moon Garden, at the top of these stairs. The Sage is Guardian to that Garden. Think of him as the Scales of Justice.” The voice said.

This has only made them more eager to pledge. With my Mama’s help, the small garden behind the dungeons has flourished with numerous herbs and plants; the garden is now home to sage, mugwort, vervain, mint, lavender, rosemary and so many more that I can’t remember. Here they will be able to grow the ingredients they will need to use to help David.

“I’m going to pass out.” Dad stepped into the living room at that exact moment, holding a clipboard and looking like he was preparing for war. “Alpha Rowan’s pack is arriving by sunset. Blue Ridge in the morning. And Blood—” He stopped. Mom shot him a look that said, Do not even think about it. “What?” I asked, sitting up. “Blood what?” “Blood Moon,” Kieran said flatly. My pulse spiked. “Blood Moon? As in the Blood Moon? The ruthless warriors? The ones who single-handedly deter rogues from three borders away?”

Celeste found her mother in the small herb garden attached to the healing wing, the one place in Ravencrest that felt almost like home. Maera was kneeling among the neat rows of lavender and feverfew, her hands buried in the dark soil. The late afternoon light softened the lines of worry on her face, but it couldn’t hide the exhaustion in her eyes. Celeste stood at the edge of the garden for a long moment, watching her. The visions from the night before still clung to her like smoke. Kaelan’s smile, the pulsing markings beneath

Saga said and went upstairs as Kiran smiled and looked down at this phone. “Your mother’s on her way,” Kiran said and seconds later I heard her car in the garage. Great. Adara walked into the house and glared at me as Kiran picked up the newspaper and hid behind it. “Kai Gabriel Sinclair!” Kiran chuckled and Adara turned toward him. “I see you, Kiran! This isn’t funny anymore! Bubble wrap and confetti? And you put his house on sale and the superglue?” Her anger rolled off her in waves and Kiran nudged his head in the direction of the stairs. I grabbed my bag and walked up the stairs just as they started talking again.