The Beast Within The Greenhouse Novels & Stories

Lucian stayed behind with Leo and Marcus, letting me walk toward the back of the property alone. The greenhouse was no longer the shattered lantern of glass where I had faced a hitman's barrel. It had been completely rebuilt. The frame was a deep, forest green, and the glass was so clear it seemed invisible. But it wasn't the structure that took my breath away—it was what was inside.

Couldn’t Xavier have given her a better title than that? Even after leaving Xavier’s room, the phrase “sex slave” kept echoing in Anna’s head, making her jaw clench every time she thought of it. "Miss, we've arrived." Anna's steps halted when she reached the large glass door leading to the conservatory. Beyond it lay a vast greenhouse filled with lush greenery and various rare flowers, such as the Black Bat Flower and the Ghost Orchid. Her gaze was fixed on the back of a man standing with his back to her. Although his hair had turned completely white, the man’s build still looked very imposing and sturdy.

The elevator dropped not up, not to another floor below, or underground. I felt the shift in the air the moment we passed beneath the casino’s shell. The scent changed, no more stale alcohol and sweat. Down here, it was sterile. Liam adjusted his suit jacket. “They’re cycling through southern regions tonight. Mostly unregistered wolves, low-profile. We’re not looking for drama. You said you wanted someone distant. Someone clean.” I nodded but didn’t respond. My gut twisted. I didn’t like this. I didn’t like the idea of buying someone who didn’t even know what she was being pulled into. But this wasn’t about love. This wasn’t about romance. This was about surviving a curse that refused to loo

In fact, my greenhouse is filled with endless options. My greenhouse is my favourite place in the whole entire world. Every plant in it has been planted and nurtured by me. I even have some crossbreeds that I have spent painstaking hours – if not years – growing, with each crossbreed being the first of their species. I love my plants. There’s something so poetic in knowing that it’s often the most beautiful things around us that are the deadliest, and yet it’s these things we are drawn to most. After all, it’s the captivating scent of the Venus flytrap that lures its prey to its death. Just as much as this Earth is full of things that can naturally sustain us, there is an equal amount of thi

The smell was terrible, and it seemed to move, like hundreds of tiny black worms clustered together, trembling and digging deeper inside him, until they reached near his knee. "It's spreading?!" I gasped when I realized it wasn't just my vision playing tricks on me. "What is this, anyway?" Kaia sniffed, desperately. “It’s an infection, but not the common kind.” My mother shook her head, as if the situation were worse than she thought “Potions like the one used to transform our soldiers into beasts driven only by the will to kill… They need to rot the mind and soul of the victim to work. They’re like walking corpses. When that happens, even their fluids change. They become capable of spreadin

The place was… breathtaking. Hyper-realistic tree vines were draped from post to post, curling and twisting as if they’d grown there naturally. Crystal chandeliers hung from the glass ceiling, casting a warm amber glow over everything beneath them. Huge potted plants were scattered across the floor, giving the greenhouse the illusion of a lush rainforest. Among all that beauty stood werewolf nobles—men in tailored suits, women in shimmering dresses, all of them polished and powerful. I could easily blend in amongst them, or I could be completely overshadowed by the more glitzy looks of the most of them.

“I don’t know why. But I’ve served long enough to know that when Gorvane looks at someone the way he looks at you, it means one of two things: destruction, or something worse.” Kaerith’s fingers curled against the fabric of the dress. Her nails scraped the smooth silk. “I don’t want anything from him.” Madame Marita gave a dry smile. “That’s not the point.” She picked a stray curl from Kaerith’s shoulder. “The Beast doesn’t have affection. Not for his court. Not for his mate, Vythea. Not for his whores. And not for you. He takes what he wants, and when he’s done, there’s nothing left of who you were.”

Since then, something had shifted. Not just between them. In the house itself. --- It was nearly dusk when she stepped into the greenhouse. She hadn’t planned to go there—her feet simply moved on instinct, away from the corridors buzzing with hushed voices and increasingly tense guards. The greenhouse was at the edge of the estate grounds, surrounded by high walls and iron fencing wrapped in thorned vines. Inside, the air was dense with heat and the perfume of blooming night roses—black-red petals so dark they almost looked bruised.

She said and then she shut her eyes. Her finger nails started to grow longer, they became claws. Her toe nails too grew longer and a star symbol appeared on her forehead. Her canine teeth started developing into fangs. Two short horns appeared on her head and her ears changed. They looked more like that of a goblin. Ashley's hands trembled and her phone fell off her hand. Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes. The color of her eyes had turned red. Ashley let out a gasp. "Run!" Henry pulled her hands but her legs were stiff. She couldn't move an inch.

But I couldn't… I couldn't meltdown here. I reopen my eyes and with pure pain on my expression I take in the sight of my burned down greenhouse. The outside was totally fine, the glass hidden by the trees, near and polished,but the inside. The plants I'd spent hours working on, planting and caring and meticulously pruning… they were gone. All gone. I shut my eyes again trying not to scream, and tug my hair out, trying even harder to suppress the burning urge to find Zander and wrap my hands around his neck, tighter and tigter until the life slowly drain from those fucking green eyes.