Misha Milkweed Novels & Stories

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!”

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. “It is called The Black Cohosh,” the old woman said, observing the untrusting face of the man before her. “It works well.” Mæra nodded and paid for the vial. She did not want to argue with the old woman or draw any suspicions to herself. She would just have to suck it up for the next couple of days and hope that she did not fall sick this month. She meandered through the narrow market, passing several more rows of shops. It was amazing to see that a war torn part of the pack still had so much business. In spite of the many raids c

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.

One sip from it, make her start coughing loudly. “What the fuck is that?” she asked with a teary eye. “I call it life, it has a way of messing up if you don't take it easy, but it a great relaxing therapy once you understand its tactics,” I said pushing the hit back to her lips, she inhaled it, gently this time and didn't cough or have any discomfort. “That's my girl, now tell me why you think Ghost killed your parents,” I said while sipping from whiskey, the burnt sensation from the back of my throat mixed with the hit was making me feel light-headed. I gave her the remaining hit which she was sipping bit by bit.

Her voice was slightly shaky, then her eyes drifted to Sheila’s bed, “And I think you have a serious problem here.” My mind froze when I heard her name. Cordelia Blackwell was a well-known name in our world. Everyone knew her, they steered away from her, even witches. A dark witch for a mate. The thought made me erupt into laughter; I knew I must have looked like a mad man. The Mood Goddess really knew how to find my match. I shook my head, and after calming down I ambled towards her. I knew I was in her personal space, when she tried to step back slightly. Being this close to her, I could feel sparks between us, something was cackling.

I reached up, brushing the tears off my cheeks. “No. He was just a patient.” “Stop lying to yourself, “ Mia whispered. “You can't forget him.” “I already forgot Kent,” I retorted silently. “I'll forget him, too.” Mia’s voice dropped low. “But Ryan is different, Corie. You know he is.” ~ ~ ~ That afternoon, Meave was giving me another lesson. "Today, we’re going to cover poisonous herbs—how to harvest them, how to use them, and how to neutralize them."