Misha Milkweed Novels & Stories

We walked in silence until Sasha and Dmitry were out of sight. ‘How are you Misha?’ I attempted. ‘Good.’ He pulled out a cigarette, offering me one before lighting the one in his mouth. I held up my hand shaking my head. ‘Do you mind if I…?’ ‘No, I don’t mind’ He took a long drag of his cigarette before looking at me, I detected a hint of sadness in his eyes as he scanned my face. Although much taller than I was, Misha held a certain boyish look to him still. Tall and almost too skinny with gangly arms and legs, he was still very attractive. Full, dark eyebrows made his grey eyes stand out and the lashes that framed them were long and thick. He had a hint of a cleft chin on his closely shave

she turned to Mufasa and cited. The man nodded but seemed to be thinking. “There is something else I think I'm forgetting. There should be one final ingredient,” he mused staring at the dried wraps of Milk Thistle before him. “Horsetail, Mufasa.” Mufasa clicked his fingers and beamed at Ami.

Morana In the heart of the dark forest called Mistwood Hill, where the tall trees stood watch and the whispering wind danced through the leaves like graceful spirits, there was a symphony of sound that echoed through the night. I took careful steps as I monitored the plants along the banks of the river. It was the perfect time and place to find the moonflowers. The moon hung high in the sky, casting rays of light that illuminated my path. Moonflowers are a rare herb used mainly for their healing properties against wolfbane poisoning.

MELISSA'S POV we enter the place he brought me to eat food and he told me to sit down. I sat down and asked he asked what I would like to eat but I replied him that I don't know any human food the only thing we ate in Atlantica is fishes and shrimps and we drank flower juices so I have no idea what humans foods tastes.

After which they left. Now ***** “Spyashchaya krasavitsa,” one of my uncle's men said, as his fingers brushes over my cheek. While the others giggled at his teasing. (Sleeping beauty) As he was about to take his hand off, I grabbed it and squeezed it so tight till he started groaning. “lay your filthy hands on me one more time, and have your fingers completely detached from your hands, Kiska,” I said, staring at him in his eyes as I watch him groan louder from pain. (pussy)

Misha pressed softly, pheromones leaking from him again. Pine, musk, and lightning.

“Should one of us stay back here to keep an eye on Catalina?” “No, I already got Tyler and Jason on it, and I promised to get her that plant she wanted.” “The one from the desert?” “Yeah!” “Wait, what are you two talking about?” I looked between Lyon and Logan. “Calotropis Procera, or in layman’s terms, the apple of Sodom.” Knowing what I do now about his kid, I had to ask. “Is it… poisonous?” “We’re talking about Mengele here; what do you think?”

he begins, but a fire lights behind us, startling us all. “Mia, what the hell are you doing? The hunters will find us!” Loki screams, but she ignores him, plucking flowers from a plant she has harvested. “Mia!” Loki says again and I stop him a I realize what she has. “Oak flowers!” I yell, running towards her and she nods. “Quickly! I read that these can cure many poisons that the hunters use, but I don’t know if willow bark is one,” she says and I nod, looking around for something to crush them in.

It was as if he possessed a secret connection with nature, understanding its rhythm and being in harmony with its essence. Opening his eyes, Miles spotted a lone dandelion standing tall amidst a sea of feathery white heads. A smile formed on his lips as he plucked the delicate flower from the ground. Holding it gently between his fingers, he admired its seemingly fragile beauty. With a soft breath, he sent the dandelion's tiny seeds floating into the air.

Plopping onto the sole cathedra, I was tapping my hands on the arms. "It's pretty simple. I want you to search for an antidote for poison hemlock." I finally broke the thick air of silence that enveloped the living room. Jackson who stood in front of the small fleet gathered whipped his head up so sharply I thought it would snap, his straight brows arched. "Poison hemlock? Those are deadly. But we don't know of the antidote." He replied with a curt bow. "Annalise says it's Melathionapalm. It's in the woods, it's a bluish green plant found near our hunting grounds." I said again, leaning into the chair. "You have two days to find it. Jackson, you stay here."