Orange Lantern Novels & Stories

After the first eight count, Carmen gives me a wink and a smile before walking out of the door. I pick up my bouquet of orange blossoms, the traditional Spanish wedding flower, and put my hand through Zak’s arm. “Let’s go get you hitched,” he says with a huge smile. We walk through the doors onto the verandah. The lawn is filled with all of our family and friends from all of the packs in white chairs with an aisle running through the middle. There is a copula that is above the altar that is decorated with the same orange blossoms that are in my bouquet. The aisle is lined with wrought iron lanterns. The lanterns are a tradition in the Artemis pack, a way to light the way to your mate. T

She then started to chant again. “It’s Blue.” I said. “Shush and watch.” She said. The smoke stayed blue for another minute before turning purple. After a few more minutes it turned red and then orange. The smoke started to flicker between purple and orange before it turned back to the milky white it had started at. She never mentioned orange. “What does orange mean?” I asked. “A black magic witch did this. Orange means that the witch used their blood in the spell. This is not good. I need to call my coven right away.” Najera said. She ran inside and came out with a phone in her hand.

Luna Sandra released a relieved breath and said, "What is it?" Nurse Julia removed the cloth, revealing a purplish substance beneath. Beta Henry furrowed his brows and questioned, "What exactly is this?" "This is a poisonous plant. Once it grows near other plants, it destroys their growth, rendering them useless. Hence, it's called Nerium oleander." Nurse Julia's expression carried a somber tone. Having lived in the inner court for a long time, she had encountered various impurities. She had assumed that the Seldom family wouldn't have met such contaminants...

"If I had, I didn't know how to use it, er, Vino." "You've used your magic recently." Orlando thought for a moment. He remembered his strange dream. "I had this weird dream. I came upon a big tamarind tree. It was a den full of tikbalangs. Then, beside me was a spying tikbalang. A good tikbalang, he said. He also said something about a golden strand being their weakest part," Orlando rambled his words as he visualized his mirage. "You mean, you also met a tikbalang?" Brie repeated gently. "Ivana and I have met two of them the other day. They're females though."

He then brought the basket to Elio, looking like an old man who just got back from the market. After he placed the basket on the coffee table. Elio took a closer look and saw the grapefruit-sized object inside it. It had an ugly grayish-black wrinkled exterior, and it smelled nauseating. A scorching heat emanated from it as if it had just emerged from an oven. Elio's eyes widened. "It’s a Scarletflame Fruit! It's a precious fruit that grows inside volcanos, and it takes at least a thousand years to grow to this size. Despite its looks, it’s a truly rare find!”

Even though she was full, she was curious about the taste of the fruit she saw for the first time. "No. Why are you embarrassed?" Orlan smiled, seeing Lucia, who looked enthusiastic about eating all the fruit he gave her. During training, Orlan always made time to see Lucia. "You are known as Alpha, who is fierce, flat, and cold." Lucia eat an orange. "You're even making out with your friend in public now. Allowing everyone to see." Orland smiled faintly. He peeled the oranges because Lucia had only two oranges left in her hands. "Just let it be. You are my mate as well as my future wife."

The glass felt cool against my palm and left a faint ring on the wood when I placed it down. “It’s only infused oil,” the oracle said. “Raven root, ginger, clove. It cleanses. It does not harm.” Evangeline pushed herself up from the edge of the bed. She planted both feet on the rug and stood with her weight shifted to one side. “It does. I can’t stand the smell.” Her hand moved over her arm as she scratched harder, nails leaving thin red lines across the skin. Luna Catherine shot the oracle an apologetic look. She tilted her head slightly and kept her hands folded in her lap.

Orlando opened his drawer and pulled out his burner. He dialed a number and put the phone in between his ear and shoulders as it rang. He continued rummaging through the drawers and pulled out a black latex gloves, putting them on. As soon as the line clicked. He spoke into the receiver. “Sebastian…” “What is it Orlando?” Sebastian asked, his voice tinged with seriousness. He knew Orlando wouldn’t call him on this line unless there was an emergency. “So I might need you to speed up the delivery of my shipment.”

Just oranges. An aggressive quantity of oranges. Enough oranges to support a small civilization. The receptionist looked up as he stared at the boxes. “We asked around.” “And?” “No one knows who sent them.” Mrs. Holt walked into the lobby at exactly the wrong moment. Or the right moment. Depending on perspective. “Wonderful.” Adrian looked suspicious. “What exactly is wonderful?” “The oranges.” “That answer concerns me.” “I already have plans.” “Of course you do.” Interesting. Very interesting. By lunchtime the oranges had somehow become marmalade, fruit baskets, decorative arrangements, and what Mrs. Holt confidently described as a citrus strategy.

“Rowan, what is wrong? I asked confused “ the rouge said something about them getting their hands of the Luna of scarlet, something about the special Luna. You have to contact monnna and see if they’re fine” “What? That’s not possible Rowan, the rouges are here in crescent moon, they can’t possibly get to Blue lake to get to them” I told him “He said they plan her kidnap well” “He’s just bluffing Rowan. Kill him and let’s move forward, we have to find that bastard king soon”