The Herb Book John Lust Novels & Stories

The door opened. Alex stepped in. He was holding something behind his back, and for the first time in days, his expression carried something close to softness. “You’re awake,” he said. “I couldn’t sleep.” He stepped closer and revealed it. A book. Old leather binding. Faded gold lettering. The Complete Compendium of Rare Herbs and Their Lost Properties. My breath caught before I could stop it. I had been searching for this for two years. Every archive. Every merchant. Every rumor.

At that moment, he could even smell the fragrance of the herb. The man was James, who had been living a life of seclusion for three years. Over the past three years, he had been collecting herbs in the mountains whenever he was free. In fact, he had planted all sorts of herbs around the village. All these years, he had been researching the Medical Book. He himself had no idea how advanced his medical skills now were. He only knew that he could bring anyone back to life as long as they had not breathed their last breath. As he stared at the herb, he knew it was not an orchid. He could sense that the herb possessed a strong vitality and extremely powerful Empyrean Spiritual Energy.

Kael's POV But then I remember something: the bookstore she wandered into while I was buying her clothes. The way her entire body changed when she picked up that gardening book. The pure contentment I felt through our bond—the first real happiness I’d ever sensed from her. She likes books about herbs. About plants and their medicinal properties. Of course! She’s an herbalist, but most of the equipment she carries is broken. I’ve seen the cracked mortar, the rusted tools, the makeshift containers she uses to store what little she can gather.

I flipped their pages one by one, reading each like with slow precision to make sure I didn't skip a name. My back ached after hours of reading but I dare not complain. I learnt so much with the books while I searched. I started the second book too and dove in with renewed energy. At the end of the book, I found new words related to a symptom of the dancing flower curse. “Lumaris.” I repeated it to the spiritual healer. “What does it mean?” He looked at me baffled but then fetched a book of herbs he already had. He fidgeted with his lens until they were at the top of his nose before he shakily scanned through the pages with one finger.

Or at least, as much as I was going to about the mysterious werewolf. A.J. Nyllan had been a radical, experimental, and extreme scientist who had been born nearly one hundred years ago. In his early career, he was named the forefather of herbal remedies, having a nearly prophetic intuition of how to use herbs. The contents of his first published book of research wasn’t controversial in the slightest. They contained uses for herbs long forgotten and attempted to raise their popularity; uses for pain, healing, and fighting the common cold. It had simply been the work of a well-intentioned botanist casting a spotlight on natural practices.

His white hair kept swishing over his eyes, and he impatiently smoothed it back every five seconds. He continued to stare at the book that lay on the floor. Taking up a mortar and pestle, he crushed bits and pieces of herbs inside. “Half an ounce of water,” he murmured, “A sprig of Sophia’s Tears. Interesting. I never knew that the plant had any medicinal qualities. Willow bark. Honey. Grind it together. Wait. That can’t be right.”

Everyone here respects–either with fear or reverence. No one has the gall to look him in the eye and challenge him. But somehow, Henrick finds no harm in doing that. “I know of the importance more than you can ever imagine, Henrick. Rest assured, I will find the herb soon enough.” Damian utters. At this, I raise my eyebrows, paying attention to dialogue between them. Herb? What herb are they talking about? I recall the Auro Herb the author of the unnamed journal mentioned. Could it be that they're talking about the same herb?

Chastine thought hard about how she could help solve their current problem. She then thought about one guidebook that one of her past masters used to look for a healing herb. She concluded in her mind that they should use this for their quest. “The Herb Codex!” she commented out of surprise as she recalled the book’s title. “We can use it to narrow down our ingredient search.” “Hmm...The Herb Codex... I think I heard of such book… nice one, Chas!” “Alright, how and where do we find the codex?” Juste was getting pumped up about their search for his cure.

he retorted, trying to sound authoritative. John's laugh was cold and humorless. “Don't play innocent with me. I know how you got that stake. Blackmailing the previous owner and forging documents isn't exactly ethical business practice.” Barton stiffened, his heart pounding. “You have no proof,” he countered, though his voice lacked conviction. “Proof?” John scoffed. “I've got enough to make the King of Kenner genuinely interested in a conversation with you.” Barton felt his mouth go dry. “What do you want, John?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

she said, looking concerned. "I hope that moment is far away. Every time I look at Olivia, all I can imagine is him on top of her. Let's not touch on this subject anymore," I rolled my eyes in disgust, imagining that grotesque scene in my head. I decided to follow Johanna's advice and try to better understand the Pennyroyal herb that had caused so much damage in my life. I made my way to the pack's library, a place I rarely visited, but it would now become my refuge. Among the dusty bookshelves, I started searching for anything related to medicinal herbs.