Misha Milkweed Romane & Geschichten

Misha. Ghost growls in disgust. Misha appears at my side, with painted lips and hungry eyes. Her arm snakes around me, her voice sickly sweet. “Hi, babe. I have been looking for you". I looked and her calming the urge to push her away. Looking for me? What a load of bullshit, all she had to do was follow my scent". "Did you see that human girl? The disrespect. Who does she think she is, parading herself around with Adrian like she belongs here?”

he asked, as his face curled into a smile. “Yes!” I declared, reaching for his hand-paw. “It’s me. Can you…can you hear me?” He chuckled softly. Then he licked his lips. His voice was hoarse. “Pass me my bag, will you?” he asked. I looked over at his bag. I could see a small vile poking out the top. It was full of a light blue powder. Milkweed, I assumed. “Adrian, no,” I shook my head.

“How did you know about this, Holly?” “I read a lot about medicinal plants in the library whenever I have no scheduled training.” I smiled at him as I spread the pounded leaves on the little lady’s wounds, whom Evander called Misha. I had the idea she was the witch, but it was dark the first time she showed herself to us, and Mel seldom mentioned her name to me. “I can’t believe she risked her life to save me,” Evander murmured as he looked down on still unconscious Misha. “She is so desperate to get away from Irina that she agreed to make a deal with me.”

I heard Atasha say, and everything cleared immediately, my head snapping towards her. “What?” She brought the teacup to her mouth, sniffing it again. “I know this because I’ve used it before. She was poisoned. The name is pentorbobital. If used in lethal doses, it can kill immediately,” she continued. “But…but it doesn’t make sense. I drank out of that tea too. Even Tina did. How was she poisoned?” “Ilyana…” Atasha called out more gently, but I was far from listening. Misha was the first woman to welcome me into this pack and into a life that did not feel cruel all the time. She stood up for me, loved me, cared for me. She was the closest thing to a mother I had ever had and now she was…

FLASHBACK Fourteen years old Mishka was wearing a blue knee-length frock with two ponytails. She was playing in the garden with the children of the orphanage. All children were smaller than her and used to call her Didi (elder sister), and Mishka too behaved like a big sister and ordered around. Mishka was busy playing on the see-saw with her best friend Riya when the landline of the orphanage ringed and the old caretaker picked up only to receive the devastating news.

“Well, child, there you have it. There is nothing to fear. You shall thrive in a new place while I shall spend the twilight of my life in solitude and peace.” Relief instantly flooded Monique as she glanced back and forth between Jacqueline and Belinda. It didn’t occur to Raina that it was strange that a shop like this that felt traditional and ancient still operated here in such a modern place. She frowned, wondering instantly why Mia here in the first place. “What did Mia want?” she finally asked, causing the ladies to look over at her. “Do you happen to know what she needed the ingredients for?” Monique sighed. “The ingredients are for old world traditions very much like the moon tea Beli

Truitt’s place virtually dead-ended here, with rippling tall fields all around it, and the deteriorating Sunset Drive-In sitting in the middle of one across Telegraph Road. They sat on the uneven porch, legs dangling where the steps used to be, drinking a couple of Michelob beers Tommy had brought out. Richard gazed over the wild flora of the field—the goldenrod and meadow foxtail, the purple-stemmed rises of cat’s tail—and was reminded of Michelle’s tiny greenhouse in Maine, and the exotic flowers she once grew. Her Monstera deliciosa, or fruit salad plant, the lady’s-slipper orchids and walking irises, and her personal favorite, the night-blooming cereus she raised—nurturing and coaxing th

“It is an honor to have you attend, Lord Saknas.” “And who might this lovely lady be?” Fred asked as he glanced toward Magnolia. “Please, allow me to present Lord Fred Saknas, Queen Monika’s only nephew,” Lady Flock introduced. “Her Grace, Magnolia Van Konigl, Duchess of Salicera.” Fred’s eyes widened, before his lips curled up. “I have heard about Your Grace, but your beauty is far more breathtaking than the rumors lead to believe.” “You flatter me, my lord,” Magnolia said, trying her best to hide her discomfort at his words.

Malachi and Levi drove to the Council ranch in silence. Levi had spent two full days silencing the Mexican cartel in Anaheim, making sure there would be no blow back to Kai. The Council’s ranch, in Montana, was located on Bitterroot Lake. It was built on the river with groves of trees flanking the house. It had wide open spaces, and it was quiet. The Council held meetings there, and once or twice, they’d invited future Council Alphas to the ranch.

she murmured, just barely loud enough for me to hear even with my sharp senses. “What?” I frowned. “White Cress,” she repeated. “It only grows on House Crawford’s marshlands. It’s rare. The poison it makes is called Bhodin.” I raised an eyebrow.“How do you know this?” “I read about it from a book on Father’s bookshelf,” Leila replied, raising her hand as if to preempt my usual lecture. “Don’t start lecturing me, brother. I know I’m not supposed to sneak into Father’s study, but I’m helping you now.”