Misha Milkweed Novels & Stories

came Lila's gruff voice. I walked inside, blinking my eyes. Lila was over her desk. "Um, Elder Lila?" I said hesitantly. “I brought the herbs. She turned and her eyes widened when she saw what I was carrying. "By the Moon Goddess," she breathed. “Actually you did. I nodded and carefully placed the herbs on her table. “Moonflower from Whispering Falls, Ghostly Orchid from Misty Hollow, and blood rose from Crimson Meadow. Lily's twisted fingers hovered over each herb, her expression a mixture of fear and suspicion. "How?" she demanded. "How did you manage?"

SILAS “Did you just speak?” my mother asked in disbelief. “Grandma, did you just say Pallid Wisteria?” I asked her. That’s what Martha said Angelina is in the prophecy. “I didn’t think it was true. I mean, I knew my grandson was powerful, but I didn’t know that he was so powerful that he was deserving of you,” my grandmother said to Angelina. My mate looked confused at first, until her eyes turned silver. We all felt the power in the room shift.

Milkflower was a potent drug that heightened the sexual senses. I whipped my head at him. His eyes were steady, his stare intense as he mindlinked. “She seduced me, Jax. I was powerless to stop it because of the Milkflower. But I remember it all. She’s been flirting with me for weeks. I didn’t tell you because I thought I could handle it and put a stop to it. Your Luna betrayed you.”

Mia sat on the bench outside alone while everyone was enjoying their lunch. She saw a little girl playing in the sandbox but what drew her attention to this little girl was her lava red hair. She walked up to her and introduced herself. "Hi I'm Mia" she saif sweetly, the little girl dropped the shovel she was playing with in the sandbox just so she could focus her attention on Mia. "You are an orphanage" the girl openly blurted out. "Yes but aren't, we all orphans in this place, what's your name?" Mia was still nice to her. Lakshmi had been teaching her how to communicate so she decided to use the little girl as a test subject.

His voice now held a hint of panic. Mikalya chuckled from beside me, snapping both of their attention and mine, to her. "Have you heard about a flower called Rafflesia?" Mink asked them, smiling a not-so-pleasant smile. "What the hell woman!" Aiden snarled, eyes lighting up from within. "Are you crazy? Do you think we care-?"

“Volunteering to be the emotional punchbag. How noble. Or suicidal.” Misha’s eyes hardened. “You are not going first, Damon.” Her gaze was fierce, unwavering. “I will. My purpose is clear: to save you, to protect our children. My connection to creation itself is my strength. My resolve is absolute.” She released my hand, but not before squeezing it one last time—a silent promise. With a deep breath, Misha stepped onto the shimmering path and vanished into the swirling gases. A gasp tore from my throat. “Misha!”

"She’s there! She’s in the office! She’s sitting in a chair, wearing a suit, and she’s looking at me with her eyes!" Lilith sighed, taking a slow sip of her drink. "We’ve been over this. It’s Misha Kingston. She’s a socialite with amnesia. She’s a bitch who happens to look like the girl you got rid of. It’s a coincidence, Kennedy. A cosmic joke."

"Yes, I know her. She is a very good woman." I cleared my throat again, not knowing where this conversation was leading me. Mirra picked up my plat and placed it on top of a larger tray. "Misha is not just Prince Barlion's handmaid, My Lady. She caters to all King Viper and Queen Sity's children." "All the King and Queen's children?" I asked.

"Thank you, both of you. Your forgiveness means a lot to me." "Now, why don't you two go take a shower? I will have a maid prepare some milk for you, okay?" They nodded, “A special milk, you would enjoy it, I promise.” She smiled sheepishly. As the kids showered, Natasha prepared glasses of milk with a sinister smile. Unbeknownst to them, the milk contained a poison from Veridonia, a leaf that released a slow-acting toxin. She gave the milk to one of the kitchen staff and pretended to be sick. The staff gave the kids the milk, and they enjoyed it, not knowing it was spiked with poison.

Everywhere she went, she was told the same thing. “Is there anything else I… I mean, I can give my friend to use?” Mæra asked. The old woman squinted and rummaged through her wares. She pulled out a small vial and placed it in Mæra’s hand, “this should help your friend.” Mæra nodded but gazed on the vial with deep distrust. The herb she took was called The Lady's slipper and it was considered rarer than gold but was very easy to find in Vælmont where she had served before coming here.