Tora Midnight Poppy Land Novels & Stories

Chapter 112: Hand-Picked Back in Room 7 of the Deer Valley Motor Lodge, Poppy gathered up her belongings and packed them in her suitcase. Then she fired up her laptop to attend to some emails she'd noticed on her phone. While she was out in the backwoods of Idaho trying to convince a rancher to sell Slade & Howell a parcel of land, she still had a few other projects going on that required her attention. Currently, the new beach resort in Belize had hit a snag with local zoning restrictions, and she had research to do for a proposed couples-only retreat in New Mexico.

Breaking pretty much every code I was ever taught. “The Alphas don't know. All they see is packs locking down their borders. Eric prevents anyone from entering, or leaving for that matter.” Emma's voice turned distasteful. “How come he brought you here then?” Emma reached her hand toward a rose. Immediately the rose leaned towards her touch wrapping itself around her fingers. I stared shocked “You have powers.” I spluttered stupidly. Emma smiled grimly “Yes. Eric caught me freeing my packmates by growing ivy through the cell walls.”

Alyssa holds hands and begins to sick soulfully: “When the heart is frozen, and your tears flow like the waterfalls in Alparo, when all seems lost and peace is yonder, oh! Daughter of the Ancient Alparo. Lift your hands to the sky, let your eyes glow, let your hands lead you to where the relief comes and power excels”. The entire room became windy, like a tornado. The books on the shelves begin to fall because the whole room is vibrating like an earthquake is about to happen.

she whispered, smiling. Tora sat near the window, staring out at the sky where the first hint of dawn crept over the horizon. Maggie—her dragon spirit—flickered faintly at the edge of her vision, a quiet reminder that even in peace, they were never truly separate from the powers that bound them.

’ Poppy's expectations are growing, as if they have become a reality. BLAM!! When Poppy heard the door open loudly and strike the table next to it, her eyelids opened wide. She immediately woke up and sat down, looking in the direction of the sound. The room lights have been switched off. Only the moonlight shone through the thin, fluttering curtains. However, Poppy could still see Robin's silhouette approaching. Poppy's longing for peace is only temporary. Robin apparently still stopped by her room despite the fact that it was late.

Drake Calloway still picked on me, followed by cold laughter from the other boy and the wolf. “Stop it, Drake.” Nathan came between us. “Why don’t we all go to the spring? I heard the Moon Goddess sometimes appears in the Full Moon.” “You still believe that bedtime story?” Bryan Waltz, the one with curly hair, chuckled. He patted the wolf next to him. “I think even Elliott no longer believes it—and he’s only ten.”

To anyone else, this would be a tender sight, but I know these are orphans, and many are probably children of the people being tortured in the back. “Miss Poppy! Miss Poppy! Who is that?!” they ask, looking at me with curiosity. “This is Miss Cassiopeia,” she responds. “Did you all hear that there will be a festival tonight?” “Yeaaaah!” they all cheer. Leaving the children with their excitement, Poppy leads me through the pack house, meeting a few pack members. They’re all curious about who I am, but Poppy only tells them my name and reminds them of the festival tonight.

My name is Aria Nightshade. Daughter of Alpha Lucien Nightshade, the only heir to a bloodline that ruled long before I was born, the future of a pack I once believed I would lead. But that was before I chose love over everything I was meant to be. And this… this is the story of how I lost it all, and how I took it back. I remember the night everything began to fall apart. I was lying in Damon’s arms, my head resting against his chest as the steady rhythm of his heartbeat filled the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, allowing only thin strips of moonlight to spill across the bed, painting everything in soft silver.

The moon hung low over the turquoise ocean, casting a silvery glow across the private balcony of Damian’s villa. The warm tropical night air carried the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore and the faint rustle of palm leaves in the breeze. But inside the luxurious suite, the only sounds that mattered were Elena’s broken moans and the wet slap of skin against skin.

It wasn't long before she found out that she could read everything despite very slowly. It was a poem, which read as follows: 'It was the Coming of the Midnight Sun, A daughter of the Sacred Wood, Lay in a chamber of the House of the Moon, And thus shall wither like a dying star Til the touch of a virgin at dawn.'