Purple Hyacinth Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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The violet leaf did not wither under the un-optimized noon sun. Instead, it uncurled its sharp, geometric edges against the crushed aluminum casing of the scouting drone, its surface ticking with a microscopic vibration that felt like a telegraph wire strung through a garden. The text blooming on its skin—VOLUME 10, CHAPTER 3: THE FIRST CLASS—was written in the precise, razor-thin font of the High Treasury, a tiny but stubborn piece of corporate graffiti trying to brand the dirt.

AUTHORS NOTE. DEAR LOVELY READERS, I AM EXTREMELY SORRY FOR THE MIXUP,I ACCIDENTALLY UPLOADED THE CHAPTER OF MY OTHER BOOK. I AM EXTREMELY SORRY FOR ANY CONFUSION The Hollow did not weep when they left—but it watched. As Lyra stepped beyond the boundary of ancient stone and into the frostbitten woods, she felt the forest's eyes upon her. The runes hummed softly behind her like a heartbeat slowing down. She turned once more, committing the sanctuary to memory.

Before she could even react to what she’d been told, Queen Hyacinth closed her eyes, forcing her own to shut. Nothing happened for a while, until a light blinded her. However, she couldn’t cover herself from it. She simply had to wait for it to fade away. When it did, they were in a great garden. Once more, she wasn’t given any information, watching instead as Queen Hyacinth walked ahead of her. She followed after her, trusting that things would make some kind of sense if she did.

"Then the moon's mourning ended, the snow began to melt, feeding the soil and giving strength so that new lives could grow there. It didn't take long for the beautiful purple hyacinths to be born, leaving a beautiful lilac sea before the small temple of Hyacinth." "It also didn't take long for a woman thin as a stick and with long black hair to approach the temple. Along her hair were flowers so purple that they almost mixed with that cascade of darkness, the woman's clothes were rag gold, she was almost naked walking towards the temple. When Hyacinth looked into this woman's eyes, she could see that it was Hellebore who was walking towards her.

That's usually my coping mechanism, I just didn't think I'd hate seeing someone else use it. I eased up a bit, and we headed to her room. “Liora, get us a pan of pancakes, some water, erm… water in a bowl, and a piece of cloth.” Hyacinth ordered while pressing my shoulder to ensure I sat on the bed. “Can I see the book?” I asked immediately Liora left. I had to see things for myself. “Don't stand up from that bed.” Hyacinth sent a threatening stare and went over to her desk to grab the book.

***Raven*** Hyacinth was the flower of the night—the only bloom that thrived in the moonlight. She was radiant, captivating, and effortlessly enchanting, much like the woman who had raised her, Margarette Sinclair. Though I hadn’t yet formally met the Sinclairs, it was clear that Hyacinth had brought a sense of joy and peace to Margarette’s family. Watching her interact with Margarette’s eldest son, I could see how her honesty and authenticity had won them over. It was impossible not to fall under her spell. She was introverted, yet she had a way of connecting with people, especially those with old souls. She was extraordinary, and I was endlessly proud to call her mine.

As his finger brushed it, a fresh flower scent drifted by. Maya wobbled as she stood. She looked up at the bright threads. “Look! They reach all the way to the sky!” Far overhead, the lines grew thin and faded. Chapter 80: The War of the Two Worlds. Chapter 90: The Memory of the Lemon Tree. Chapter 99: The Final Door. Up at the very top, a single line beat like a heart. It wasn’t red or blue. It shone clear white—a diamond’s color. “Chapter 100,” Maya whispered, breathless. “But I can’t read the title. It’s too far.”

His magic seemed to devour his whole body that he wasn’t able to control. “Zenus…Kharyn…” His nose started to bleed. “W-What… is…happening?” He screamed in pain again. Outside his room, Kharyn leaned her back to the door, and she bit her lower lip. She was tempted to open the door, but Zenus held her back. She looked up to prevent the tears from falling from her eyes. “Help!” Eleand hardly clutched his hair. But the memories of the Ancient King kept flooding in his mind…

I love you. ‘Blue…’ “Blue… look at me.” Slowly, in a blur, a faint murmur of someone’s name resounds throughout the dark room. Hyacinth is sitting on top of me, and everything else is in slow motion. White dots are in the background, and the faint sounds from her mouth were enlightened by the clear darkness, making my hearing more vivid, more clear. Now I remember why Hyacinth likes sex in the dark. It brought me back from my trance, pulling me from there to now, and from Yohan to her.