Meteor Garden Novels & Stories

The Botanical Gardens were a labyrinth of glass and green, a humid paradise constructed in the middle of the city. It was 2:00 PM. The sun beat down on the Victorian glasshouse, turning the interior into a shimmering, sweat-drenched jungle. Mira had sent Elion and Cale here for a "Nature Date"—presumably because trees were cheaper to film than helicopters. Elion walked along the gravel path, fanning himself with a map. "It's hot," Elion complained. "Why is romance always sweaty on this show?"

Later that afternoon, I wandered through the palace gardens. I liked the gardens. Mostly because nobody expected anything from me there. The moon lilies swayed gently in the breeze. Silver petals shimmered beneath the sunlight. Butterflies drifted between flower beds. Everything looked peaceful. As though the garden existed a heartbeat outside the rest of the world. This was the Lunar Kingdom. Everything here seemed slightly magical. I spotted Maya sitting beneath a flowering tree. A stack of documents rested beside her. She looked annoyed. Which meant she was probably doing queen things.

A few look openly hostile. I ignore them. Focus on Maya's chatter, on the feel of the sun through windows, on not tripping over my own feet. "Here's the garden." Maya pushes open a glass door. "Esther grows all her herbs here. It's kind of her pride and joy." We step outside. The garden is massive—rows and rows of plants I recognize from my training. Silverweed. Moonflower. Valerian. Things that heal, things that calm, things that help.

to the Great Mother’s influence. Maya let out a sharp, gasping breath. The violet light in the garden didn't fade; it recoiled. It pulled back from the neighbors, back from the dog, and back from the rosemary, retreating into the children’s collective core like a tide rushing out to sea.

I say, adjusting in my seat to start the car. The drive to the greenhouse is quiet, the silence between us heavy. When we arrive, Mr. Reid, the gardener, greets us warmly and leads us inside. The greenhouse is a serene oasis, filled with an array of flowers cultivated with care. The arched roof, with its silver shade, seems to shimmer in the sunlight, casting a warm glow over the space. As we step inside, Hermione's expression transforms from reserved to intrigued. Her eyes scan the surroundings, taking in the beauty of the greenhouse. She appears to appreciate the quaint environment, her curiosity getting the better of her.

I said to Elaine who then smiled. "Of course it should. I think I still know the way, I can show you there," she said and led me towards the garden of roses. When we got there, I discovered that half of it was gone, unlike how it was years back. Did they clear it? Frowning, I plucked out one out of the ones I could find and inhaled the scent. It made me feel more alive and I couldn't help but nod my head in satisfaction. No one knew what this flower did to my entire body system aside from me and my wolf.

the Omega said. Surprise paralyzed me. My surprise turned into a pang of warm curiosity. “Thank you,” I said to the Omega, giving her a friendly smile, and turned to Aiden. “It seems my other mates are not on a tracking mission.” Aiden chuckled. “It seems not,” he said with amusement. “We wanted to surprise you. Come on.” We followed the path through the corridors, guided by the dim lights of antique lanterns. The Secret Garden of the Luna was a small gazebo hidden behind a rose hedge that only the Alfa family knew about.

The park, which we’d cynically dubbed “Hostage Gardens” in private, began to take shape with a sincerity that disarmed us. Maya, the Apex liaison, turned out to be a ferocious advocate for our vision, battling her own procurement department over Miranda’s list of “non-negotiable native perennials.” Watching a junior executive fight for coastal sage scrub with the same intensity we’d once fought Pryce was a surreal and hopeful thing.

"He’s too damn pure. I love it." We burst through the rooftop access door and I had to skid to a stop. “Okay, what the fuck.” A rooftop garden greeted us, lush vines growing along enchanted trellises, a bubbling hot tub nestled in the corner, a mini bar set up like some kind of forest fairy speakeasy, and a perfect little seating area with enchanted heat lamps and flowers that definitely weren’t native to Montana. “Add this to the list of magical surprises,” I muttered, moving to a clear patch of stone near the center.

Back at the quarters, Maya’s restlessness increased with every passing second, she’d been waiting for Jenna but she never showed up with a long and weary exhale she pushed herself off the bed and decided to take a stroll. Her feet carried her aimlessly through the hallway until she stumbled upon a hidden garden. The moment she stepped inside her breath caught. Fresh flowers and herbs, blossomed in near rows, the moonlight shining across their delicate petals. The sweet fragrance of nature wrapped around her, calming her spirit for the first time all evening. But something caught her eyes, in the far end of the garden were clusters of MoonFlower standing beautiful and proud, it then dawned on