Rainbow Rangers Lavender Laviolette Novels & Stories

“Whether the lycan princess is more than just a shifter.” Lavender! I put it everywhere…on beds, on cribs, there wasn’t a room without a sprig of lavender. Which felt odd as it was lavender that mix with the red stone to blow up the previous palace but I had to start somewhere. Until I could find a witch I truly trusted…and I think she was sitting in my front room. But not yet of age. I left Lance’s cousins and friends to calm him down with a group run in wolf form. Giovanni and Lorrel had changed both babies and kept them occupied until I came downstairs to give them a feed.

Sweet scented smoke filled the air and she could smell the stew. “Oh, good! You’re awake. You can help me carry these to the Lycan territory. It’s time to find Raven. We have to anoint her with these oils I’ve prepared. I have lilac oil, rose oil, iris oil, rosemary oil and carnation oil. There’s many to anoint her with and it must all be done. I have nightshade, honeysuckle, cumin, castor, cat whiskers, malts and plantains. We will make the circle out of them. Are you ready?”

she asked quietly. Bell hummed, “Lavender”, she answered, “The bottle is blue the perfume is more of a purple color, mauve if someone were to be pedantic. But yes its calming, since most people only buy things related to the herb because of the effect lavender has”, she explained. “The effects of lavender?” Fiona asked confused.

Yet, he merely smirked, obviously relishing in his ability to provoke me. 'Anger is bad, anger is red. I'm not angry, so I'm not you,' I recited the mantra in my head, trying to quell the rising surge of fury. "Lavender, Lavender, Lavender, Lavender, Lavender, Lavender…" Closing my eyes, I conjured up the image of the rainbow in my mind. 'There are seven colors of the rainbow, all so pretty and bright. I prefer to change indigo to pink because pink is cuteness and love,' I silently affirmed, focusing on the soothing, vibrant hues.

"Yet, here I am, knowing full well that he's an amazing partner to me, more than I could ever hope for." I take a sip of my champagne. "I think you just have a bad-boy fetish." "And I think you're lonely and won't admit it, but here we are." “I guess now he’ll just have to get used to me being around.” I ignore his last statement, wrapping my arms around my body, shivering slightly. “We should go back inside. It’s pretty cold.” “Yeah. Oh, wait- what’s up with your name?” “Oh. That.” I tilt my head slowly. “They kind of think my name is Marissa. Please don’t call me Lavender around them.”

I ignore the furrowing of his brows as he continues with his task. It wasn’t long before Karen was in front of me, standing tall and confident as if she had something to be proud of. Her short flared skirt swished around her knees before she came to a stop before me. The lavender color looked very bright against her pale skin, using an all white tank to match. She went to place the cold cup on the flat surface in front of me, but I was quick to rise to my feet and reach out towards her. Our fingertips touched as I gave a bright smile.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

She looked relieved to be with someone ‘safe. Back at the office, Cole received the itinerary for the Moonware Games retreat. “They’ve booked the entire Rainforest Resort,” I told him, keeping my voice neutral. “Tropical simulations, elevated hunting lodges, the works.” I paused, testing the waters. “Maybe Ryder Global should look into a similar benefit for our high-rankers. Everyone is feeling the burnout.” I was basically begging for a vacation. Cole’s ears twitched. He’d caught the scent he wanted.

My name is Raven Patterson Lowe, mate of Justice Lowe, Alpha of the Blue River Pack. We've been together since high school, and we are chosen mates. We had our mating ceremony when we were nineteen years old, it's been five years since we've committed to each other. As we were getting ready to go to an Alpha's Ceremony at a nearby pack, I watched my husband with an admiring eye, he's so tall standing at 6'5, broad shoulders with an athletic type muscular build. His black wavy hair is combed back, he has honey colored eyes, a long straight nose, full lips and a strong squared jaw. I turn my head slightly to take in my appearance, as I look at my reflection, I finish applying my makeup. I'm qu

THE OPENING GAMBIT The air inside the nursery always smelled faintly of lavender and vanilla—a soft, innocent scent that belonged to a world where bad things didn’t happen. Aurora sat on the plush white rug, her fingers trembling slightly as she smoothed down the collar of Leo’s favorite blue dinosaur shirt. He was laughing, a bright, bubbly sound as he knocked over a tower of wooden blocks with absolute, chaotic joy.