Pohon Lantana Liar Novels & Stories

Luna lounges on a nearby bench, tail flicking lazily. “Finally,” Elara says without looking up. “I need your opinion on something.” I move to her side and peer at the seedlings she’s examining. “What am I looking at?” “Moonvine. Rare, finicky, and supposedly impossible to grow outside its native habitat.” She brushes dirt from her fingers. “But I think I’ve figured out the trick.” Daciana takes a seat on the bench beside Luna, who immediately demands attention. “You two and your plants. I’ll never understand it.”

I have been buzzing with a sense of accomplishment this week. Roughly a year ago I managed to obtain Hippomane mancinella seeds and have been cultivating them ever since. This particular fruit tree is native to Mesoamerica and the Caribbean Sea Islands and so it’s taken time to create the perfect environment for it to flourish in, and after months of hard work, the tree is finally bearing fruit!

Mates will melt and long for each other and there is no record of mates that hate each other even after being this close to each other. The Luna was disappointed at hearing her son marking his mate against her will but looking at how strained their relationship was even with the mark concerned her more. She thought they would grow close and learn to trust and accept each other if they were close and stayed together but it looks like they are drifting apart rather than getting close. And not to forget the way he is treating her, he is just losing his chance of having a mate every day. She explained all her concerns to her oracle friends Dana and Dane, who had been friends with their family fo

I watch Lana as she happily hums while she prepares the ingredients for this special dish as to what she calls it. I don’t know but all the ingredients she has collected are leaves and some black berries in a size of cherries if it in our world world. I think that is like the counter part of pepper. I tried tasting it and… my gosh! It’s way too spicy and bitter. “Lana, can you tell me everything about Evetora while you’re at that?” I ask her bored as I play with the fruit I have taken from the basket that has this yellow and green color in a shape and size of an apple.

She sang songs to me about the places she visited and how happy her family used to be. However, her stories lacked in depth and it was the reason why finding her could prove futile. I didn’t know the name of her pack and all I knew about the home she grew up in that can serve as a pointer is the fact that her favorite flower used to grow wild behind her home. The Lantana. A flower that was was also indigenous to her pack. It will be crazy to go from pack to pack looking for a home that has wild lantanas growing out back but I was never normal anyway and even if it takes me years, I will not give up until I find my mother.

“Lavender root, and this one looks like the blend my mom used to make me, and…” A louder gasp escaped me as I clutched his arm with my free hand. “And this is lunapetal! Kylan, do you know how rare this is?” “No, I—” “Let me tell you about it!” I blurted, barely containing my excitement. “It only grows in the north during the first frost, and you have to harvest it at exactly the right time or else it’ll taste like shit, but that’s not all!” I rambled. “It’s amazing for anxiety and sleep issues and—”

Still and silent. I went to the backyard. There stood a sacred Laurel tree Ethan had planted with his own hands when I awakened at eighteen. Back then, he said this tree represented our love, blessed by the Moon Goddess—never withering, blooming every year. I called for a gardener with a strength-enhancement gift and ordered him to uproot it. "Luna, this tree holds the spiritual energy of the territory. It's growing so well; the buds are about to open. Are you sure you want to dig it up?" The gardener looked at me with a mix of pity and horror.

Everything was packed up efficiently, and we were off again, travelling to our second destination. This time, we set up our tents and perimeter. It was such a gorgeous forest with a mix of different trees. One of my favourites was the Kyparissiaía Katanyktikí. It was a maple tree with delicate, star-shaped flowers that bloom only under the full moon's light. Those who slept beneath its branches were said to be granted visions of the future. The closest translation into the common human language would be Dreambloom Maple. I could see one of those, but not right in the clearing.

But for a girl like Marina who is exposed to modern and advanced medicine, this disease is just knowledge she once learned, now just need to apply that knowledge. Not wanting to prolong the time, Marina was impatient to cure everyone in the village, so that very night Marina went out into the forest and found a tree called Elsholtzia cristata. She lit the black and went into the forest to search, after a while Marina exclaimed: - Ah, here it is, finally found. But this plant seems to grow very little in this area, maybe I should propagate it to have more materials, that's enough to cure everyone.