Velvet X Orchid Novels & Stories

It had a pale, bone-like stem and it stood perfectly still, even as the wind tugged at everything else around it. The Veliwrath Bloom. I’d heard the stories. Born from the tears of the Moon Goddess. A sign of violent change. Blake tensed. "That’s not on the list." Azrael’s voice was sharp. "Don’t touch it." But something pulled me forward. My pulse pounded in my ears as I reached out. The others shouted, but their voices sounded far away. “Lina?” Kaiza called out. But I was already stepping closer. I reached out, and the second my fingers brushed a petal—

A bizarre, deathly silence hung over the entire greenhouse. Veronica suddenly flinched, looking at me with horror. "Ava..." her voice trembled. "I remember now." "What?" "When I first dissected one of those... things, some of the spores got loose by accident. I remember there was a vase of fresh flowers in the room. The moment the spores touched them, they wilted, turning black, just like these orchids." She looked around at the dead plants, her voice thick with fear. "The same blackness, the same withered state, even the same filament-like residue."

"Okay. Mira did good." He walked over to a display of white orchids that looked like moths in flight. "Phalaenopsis," Elion read the placard. "Moth Orchid." "They represent innocence," Cale said, standing behind him. "Do they? I thought they represented expensive grocery store gifts." "Symbolism changes with context." Elion moved to the next display. A riot of pink and orange. "What about these?" Elion asked. "Cattleyas," Cale said. "Passion."

She knew her life hung by a thread. Elena ignored her rival’s silent fury, her focus entirely fixed on the glass beaker resting over the blue flame. She carefully measured out a precise drop of the clear Moonlit Orchid extract she had kept chilled in a sub-zero container. The moment the liquid hit the boiling, dark purple base formula, the mixture reacted violently. A sharp, loud hiss filled the tent, and a plume of thick, sweet-scented vapor drifted toward the canvas ceiling. "Is it supposed to turn that color?" Tanya gasped, leaning forward as the dark purple fluid rapidly shifted, clarifying into a brilliant, crystal-clear azure blue.

The Vampire Hater shoves me in the backseat of the car, and the pack elder snarls at him, telling him to be gentle. Once I'm seated, the elder takes out a needle, and the stronger scent of the ghost orchid invades my nostrils, I remain still as he jabs me on the shoulder. “Sorry, princess,” he murmurs. “I need to do it.” He closes the door, and before I know it, I feel the fatigue that overtakes my body as the ghost orchid, also known as the vampire’s poison, does its job.

His soft yet warm touches give her butterflies. Xavier lowered himself down and exposed her skin fully parting away her shirt. Her black lacy bra appears in front of him with the hidden treasure behind them. He was becoming hungrier with time. He looked up at Valentina and saw her looking at him with anticipation. Xavier took that as his cue to continue. He softly brushed his lips on her tummy. Valentina squirmed and shuddered and Xavier held her onto place. He kissed upwards until he reached the valley in between her two accessories. He buried his face in between them and lavished kisses there. Valentina tugged on his hair and Xavier groaned. °Present°

Another man was coming toward him. “Sir.” He started and it was clear that he must not have good news. Velex felt his mood deteriorate. He had a feeling that shortly he was going to need to kill something. Nothing seemed to be going right for him lately. Ever since the Xololt had failed to bring back more soul energy, there had been a shift in his luck. It had been damn hard work to get those creatures through to the other side. The only reason the Xololt had managed it was because they could blend into shadows. They had been doing so well killing and sucking out the lives and energy on the other side where life was healthy still.

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.

Crystalline vines rose again, this time adorned with soft, sucking mouths and gently pulsing tendrils that latched onto nipples, clits, and cocks, adding layers of stimulation that bordered on overwhelming. Vespera broke our kiss with a shattered cry as a powerful orgasm tore through her. Her cunt clamped down hard around Silas, squirting violently against my mound and Sable’s eager mouth. The wave hit me seconds later. Our shared release triggered a blooming—three new petals on the lotus unfurled instantly, each one revealing fresh gatherings of souls drawn through the veil by the Song’s call. The configurations shifted again, growing more daring, more complete.

Deliberately, carefully, with skill and sustained effort. And underneath it, held so tightly it was barely present, held the way you held something at the bottom of a current with both hands and all your weight, something else entirely. Something that smelled of open ground after rain and running cold water and the particular clean-iron scent that belonged to a bloodline with significant age in it. Not warm-blooded. Not the human register. Something older than both, something that had been here before the categories existed and had continued regardless. I pulled back and looked at her face.