Plum Blossom Troy Novels & Stories

I thought he was ornery and arrogant, and I would continue to think that, but kneeling on the beach with him while Troy died in front of us had cemented an intimate type of relationship between us–a shared indescribable grief, and eventually a communal joy when Troy opened his eyes once more. We were all standing in absolute disbelief, still processing the events that had taken place in the last thirty minutes or so. Troy had died and come back to life. Damian was dead. Opaline had been captured and was hogtied and laying in one of the skiffs, her screams of frustration mingling with the rush of the incoming tide. And we had the moonstone we had come all this way for. "We're going back to Wi

He didn't even call or send a message to explain. At 8:00 pm, I tried to reach him, only to hear that his phone was powered off. It was a quarter past twelve when Troy finally walked through the doors, carrying the chill of the night with him. His fingers were ice-cold. He handed me a bouquet of roses and looked at me apologetically. "Happy birthday, honey." Who knew when the flowers had been bought—the edges were already curled and wilted. I didn't take them. "My birthday's over."

Troy puffed his chest and smirked. “Wait, what? You recorded it?” ©COPYRIGHT 2025/T.MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Soon enough the three approach the flower bed. The patch of soil in the big flower garden has fresh blooming white roses. The dirt itself seems to be infused with magic. Leftovers of the mana used to make nature steam upward and into the nose of Troy which makes his nostrils wiggle. The dark iris within the eyes of the queen herself shivers with excitement from seeing the colors along the peddles and so does Emma. Once the daughter gets a gleaming look at the roses her own orbs dart their way to Troy. She gives him a smile and tilts her head in an innocent and loving way. "They are pretty, aren’t they?" The youngest Fray looks at the roses in wonder and shock. The hand that grips his mother

Their guests sat down and Troy squeezed her hand. He smiled when she looked up at him and she had to admit. He looked fucking incredible. His black suit fitted him perfectly and he’d shaved, his hair was still tousled and she could smell mint and bergamot as they turned to face the Elder. “Black Claw members. We gather today for the union between Alpha Troy Madden and his future Luna, Reese Willowby. It is a joyous occasion when one defeats the odds of life and finds someone worthy to share your life with.”

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

Mist surrounded the open area, where they detected a light scent of plum in the air. Many plum flowers were in full bloom now. It was a very comfortable environment with fresh air and the right temperature. The place seemed enchanting to Xyla as her gaze took in everything around her. She saw a pavilion deep in the forest of plum trees with a white jade table within. A mouth-watering spread of food and fruits was ready for them. Xyla could smell the delicious aroma from afar as she and Stanley followed behind the other couple until they finally arrived in front of the table.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”