Vampire Orchid 소설 & 이야기

She took the flower in her hands, and the flower glowed. “Wow! It had never done that before…” She gasped, “No, because this is the first one you have accepted as my mate. The MoonPetal orchid is a magical flower…” I winked at her, and she nodded. “So you sent me the vial?” I lifted my eyebrows, and he nodded. “Our magic comes directly from nature, and I am an expert in herbs… I couldn´t let you go around your day with a hangover…” I sighed, and she giggled

Eli and the other vampires traveled for days, crossing deserts and mountains, until they reached a remote valley. There, they found a hidden cave, which had been used by their ancestors during times of great crisis. As they entered the cave, Eli felt a sense of foreboding wash over him. He knew that the journey ahead would be difficult and dangerous, but he also knew that it was necessary if they were going to defeat the new threat. The cave was dark and damp, and the air was thick with the scent of ancient magic. Eli and the other vampires gathered around a large stone altar, where they began to perform a ritual to call upon the spirits of their ancestors for guidance and protection.

So she needs to think of another way how she can get rid of that woman. Roda was about to follow her cousin and Tom when the casket's cover suddenly opened. Her eyes widen when she saw a vampire rising from inside the casket. Who would think that what her cousin leaned on earlier was a casket and worst a vampire is lying inside? Although the vampire is very good-looking because being handsome or beautiful is one of their characteristics he is still a vampire who mercilessly kills and drinks human blood to fulfill their thirst. Roda's body began trembling in fear. She wants to run but it seems her feet was glued to the floor. All she could do is to stare at the vampire who slowly opened his e

“If it’s another dead animal, I’m lighting you on fire.” “Lesson learned,” I muttered, then revealed the flower. A single flamepetal, its orange-red glow still faintly pulsing. “Rare, sacred to witches, grows only during solstice droughts. I had to hike halfway up Blackthorn Hill to get it.” She blinked. “You brought me a flamepetal?” “Well,” I said. “I didn’t climb a hill for my health.” She crossed her arms. “So is this flirting or apologizing?” “Both,” I said without missing a beat.

Every sleepless night, every desperate prayer, every drop of blood I spilled into that potion. Drawing in a shaky breath, I set to work. My fingers, though trembling, move with purpose as I gently strip the ghost orchid of its fragile petals and slender stem, leaving only the core of the flower. The scent is faint—sweet, like honey left too long in the sun. I place the remains in my mortar and begin to grind. Slowly, steadily, until it becomes the fine dust that the recipe demands.

The medicinal fragrance emitting from it was rather strong, and there was even a subtle spiritual glow there. Recognizing it as the Moonlight Orchid, Severin knew that it thrived in locations where the energy from the stars were at its strongest. Its medicinal properties were rather potent, as it was able to enhance one's solar spirit and blood energy, not to mention serving as a key ingredient in refining numerous seventh-grade herbs. In terms of healing wounds, the Moonlight Orchid possessed a unique ability to restore one's solar spirit and defy the odds of recovery as long as one's life was not hanging by a thread.

Some I recognized from the faded pages of library books, flowers I'd only ever seen as printed pictures or inked illustrations. There were Birds of Paradise, those strange, angular flowers that looked like fiery birds mid-flight, with their orange and indigo plumes tilted skyward. Bleeding hearts, too. Small, delicate blooms in the shape of hearts hanging from arched stems, with their pink petals pulled open like they were weeping. Calla lilies, with their elegant white trumpets curled in that signature shape. I even caught a glimpse of a Ghost Orchid. It was so rare I'd only ever read about it once, buried in the margin of a botany book.

A glow brightens beneath my fingertips, and opened his eyes, staring into mines, “How did you— ” “I don't know— but you saw what I saw right?” “Yes,” “What— What did you see,” Stefan asked. “We need Aconite,” “How do you know about Wolf—” “Pass me the dagger, I want to show you something,” Taking the blade from Damon's hands I sliced open another wound in my palm, watching a small weed grew from my blood, blossoming into small, purple flowers, “Wolfbane— it's rare, haven't been seen for over a million years,” Damon uttered. “Then you know what we need to do,” I smiled.

A smile of satisfaction covered her face as she skimmed that page ...Wolfsbane, which is actually in the buttercup family of plants, is a poisonous perennial herb. The plant grows in partial shade and has unusual delicate clusters of typically purple or blue hooded flowers. It has a negative effect on lycanthropes (also called werewolves). The smell is so sickening to a lycanthrope that it will keep it at bay; similar to the effect of garlic with vampires. If it is ingested, it will cause the lycanthrope to double over with pain. There have been reports that high doses will kill a lycanthrope... to tell if someone is a lycanthrope, hold the flower under their chin. If the person is a lyc

His limbs were ripped from their sockets, torn apart piece by piece. “Ah,” I let out a sharp gasp watching the gruesome sight and then realizing it was no different from what Rowan wanted to do. This scene would be a ghastly feast for any vampire, a sight that was capable of satisfying their darkest and most depraved desires - blood. And yet, this was exactly the kind of slaughter that Rowan had been craving. “Are you alright?” Alpha Axel asked me suddenly, his eyes scanning my face. “Y-yes. I am,” came my reply, with an affirmative nod.