The Beast Within The Greenhouse Novels & Stories

Its elaborate iron framework was rusted black, and its glass panes were permanently clouded by decades of internal condensation. Dante Rossi maintained his strict three-pace radius, his heavy boots silent against the damp brick floor. The air inside the greenhouse was suffocatingly warm, thick with the scent of wet earth, decaying moss, and a strange, sweet, cloying aroma that made the back of his throat tingle.

They didn’t need to. They ran. The garden was vast, darkening as shadows stretched between hedges and sculptures. Searching it section by section would take forever and Matthew’s heart sank when his eyes locked onto the greenhouse standing at the far end of the property. “Matthew,” Matteo said quickly, already moving, “you search the greenhouse. I’ll search the garden.” Matthew nodded and sprinted. The moment he stepped inside the greenhouse, heat and humidity wrapped around him like a suffocating hand. Grass brushed against his legs, leaves scratched at his sleeves.

She could hear Slate’s voice. “Shea!” Denver’s worried voice also reached her ears before her eyes turned pitch black and the veins around them turned bluish purple. Her elongated claws were so dripping with poison that created smoke as they reached the ground – as if they were burning it out. She was out of her own mind as her sleeping beast awakened. She let out an evil laugh, sending shivers down everyone’s spine. And before she knew it, everything just went black. *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne

The greenhouse around them responded, new flowers unfurling, vines creeping closer, hungry for the delicious cocktail of pain, pleasure, and screams that would nourish them. Elowen stroked Lila’s hair almost lovingly as the woman shook and squirted again, feeding the garden with every broken moan. “Welcome to my garden, little bloom,” the dryad murmured, golden eyes glowing with dark affection. “You will grow such beautiful, terrible things inside you.” And as Lila came a third time, screaming into the vine gag while the living toy fucked her senseless, the entire greenhouse burst into luminous, hungry bloom.

Leon who was sitting at the tall apple tree near the yard, continue to stare at his little Belle walking inside the green house that was located right behind the house. “Mephisto, enter,” Leon ordered, needing a clearer view of Belle from inside the house. Mephisto looked at Leon in worry, “But master even without me following her, lady Belle is strong! She has always been—” the bat quickly shut his mouth seeing how Leon narrow down his eyes. “Go,” he ordered. The bat drag his body while crying down on his fate. Belle entered the greenhouse that creaked. It was surprising to see how the greenhouse was much clearer and neat compared to the house. There was a small desk covered with plants all

"It’s... it’s a forest inside the mountain!" The greenhouse was vast, a towering dome of reinforced obsidian-glass that arched hundreds of feet above their heads. The structure captured the fading golden rays of the setting sun, refracting the light through a complex network of automated water misters that hung from the iron framework like silver spiderwebs. Giant, pre-apocalyptic ferns unfurled their vibrant green fronds over the stone walkways, and thick, twisty vines crawled up the structural pillars, bearing heavy clusters of sweet mountain grapes.

I don't know if it is because I now know that he convinced my mother that it was a good idea to take away my wolf, or if it is for some other reason I can't quite place my finger on it. Deciding to take a chance, I stand and follow him to a trail leading to the other side of the property. Behind the house is a large greenhouse and inside there are flowers unlike any I have ever seen before. All of them glowed like captured moonlight in various bioluminescent shades and tones.

The SUV slowed to a crawl. Ahead, nestled in a sunken valley hidden by a ridge of shale, was a structure. It looked like an old water treatment plant concrete, windowless, covered in creeping vines. But sticking out of the back was a long, translucent addition. A greenhouse. But the glass was painted black. "Stay close," Damian commanded as he killed the engine. We exited the vehicle. The air here smelled strange metallic and sweet, like rotting fruit. Damian moved to the trunk and pulled out a heavy breaching tool. He handed me a flashlight. "Ready?" "Always," I said, flicking the safety off my Glock. THE GREENHOUSE The main door was steel, rusted shut. Damian didn't bother with the lock. H

Some said the Soviet doctors had turned it into a laboratory for their medicines and other experiments. Without losing any more time, they crept through the flower bushes, making sure to steer clear from the rose garden in the dark, or they would come out in shreds. They then headed towards the greenhouse. From a distance, it looked like a skeleton of a house. There wasn't any light inside, so Cassandra knew that the place was unguarded like the rest of the park. Perhaps, everyone was busy drinking the night away at the Ice Festival. The moment they entered the place, they felt like they had entered a tropical jungle. The walls and ceiling were made of glass, of course. There was a great var

“Don’t breathe too deep. The spores will dull your senses.” “How do you know that?” His mouth quirks faintly. “Because I’ve seen this Game before.” That’s not comforting. The Herald fades into mist, leaving only the hiss of shifting vines. The greenhouse doors slam shut behind us with a sound like a heartbeat. I look forward, and the greenhouse seems to stretch on forever. Bubbles scratches at my leg before leaping into my arms and falling fast asleep. She doesn’t seem concerned that the plants seem to have grown eyes and are watching our every movement.