Watermelon Snow African Violet Novels & Stories

She lives by the saying, ”The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Her Majesty the Queen, being the fairest of them all, is like the real Snow White in this world. Her hair as black as ebony, her lips as red as blood and her skin as white as snow, the usual description of Snow White, the usual way that Snow White was viewed by the people. What makes Queen Violetta even better than Snow White was her eyes. Her eyes is black coloured, regular and yet when you stare at them, it felt like looking into the void--- getting sucked up and being twirled around in various waves and whirlwinds--- and at the same time, the void is also staring at you.

“She just needs a bit of rest.” Vienna nodded. “I made the concoction myself.” “Oh, great.” Alaunus turned to lean against the table with his arms folded. “Thanks, Vienna.” Arah noticed Vienna briefly pursed her lips before approaching the bed with her usual smile. “Drink this, Lady Arah. It’ll help you sleep.” Arah peered into the bowl, eyeing the white liquid with flecks of pink—like small flower petals—swirling on top. It smelled earthy and fruity. Refreshing to look at—but, as they said, looks could be deceiving.

At least he could have a little fun before it was back to business and she was already wet and mewling after a hungry kiss. Pulling back he showed her the two purple pills he had in his hand. To anyone, it would seem like the same thing. But the one was pure vitamins while the other was the only drug that had any effect on wolves. Purple Bliss was otherwise known as a combination of monkshood and LSD; monkshood being the other name for wolfsbane. “Let’s add to our fun, baby.” He cooed when he saw her hesitation. He popped the vitamin into his mouth and held the other to her kiss-swollen lips while he handed her the condom.

Instead, she took it in her hands, held Gray Wolf’s hand, and led him back into the cave. She placed the flower into a small clay pot, poured in fresh spring water, and set it over the fire. As the water began to boil, the crimson hue from the petals slowly spread, turning the liquid into a stunning, translucent red. Then, Cara started adding other ingredients: pieces of root, a few processed nuts, a pinch of ground mineral powder, two dried frog legs, and even a pouch of king cobra venom.

The howl came again—closer now. “Who’s there?” she whispered, though some part of her already knew the answer. The mist parted. From it emerged a wolf unlike any she’d ever seen—brilliant white, radiant as starlight, its fur rippling with threads of silver. But it was the eyes that stole her breath. Violet. Deep, shimmering violet—like wildflowers caught in moonlight, ancient and new all at once. The sight rooted her in place. The air around her thickened, her chest tightening as warmth spread through her ribs. The hum within her matched the wolf’s slow, steady breathing.

Frankly speaking, it's in the nature of vampires to have the constant urge to kill. "I don't know what you have there but if it's something harmful to Ashley, then I suggest you put it away before you do something that'll cost us our lives." Maverick adviced, after a moment of silence. "This right here is called vervain. I'm sure you must've heard of it." Willow filled him in again, still having her eyes pinned on the bottle. This time, she stared at it like it was the apple of her eyes, "I found a way to make it colourless and as far as it is in this bottle, it can't be sniffed out. Even you didn't know what it was."

Snatching up a strip of test paper, I spray a bit on the end, then do the same on another paper with the fake. Handing the first to the mortified she-wolf, I explain, “Top notes of moonflower, night-blooming jasmine, and rare orchids, with basenotes of wolfswood and patchouli.” Exchanging the papers I elaborate, “But this one doesn’t have the orchids or wolfswood, which are extremely expensive and difficult to find. Instead it has aconite, which smells similar and is infinitely cheaper, but it can also be quite toxic if you have long-term exposure.”

"The way they gradate from soft pink to vibrant purple is breathtaking." Mr. Reid beams with pride. "Yes, the Phalaenopsis orchid is one of our most popular varieties. And over here, we have the lovely African Violets. See how they're grouped together to create a miniature landscape?" Hermione's eyes light up as she takes in the display, her earlier reserve momentarily forgotten. We stroll through the greenhouse, the air filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers and the earthy scent of soil. Hermione asks thoughtful questions, and Mr. Reid is delighted to share his knowledge.

"Disco—what?" "It's a beautiful white flowering cactus plant, but it's a rare one that can emit magic starlight!" There was excitement in her voice whenever she talked about plants. Violet hopped down from the chair. "Magic? I thought it was just a silly plant. I'm in!" "It's late now, Rose. You can see the plant tomorrow at class." "But the flowers only bloom at night, Mom," Rose begged, showing off her puppy eyes. "Please, let us go," Violet added. I had intended to read them a story from a book I'd borrowed from the library, but who knew they had other plans?

But I caught a flicker in his eyes—a dark, restless energy that told me he wasn't here for the accolades. By the middle of the night, the Ryder Global tents provided the first real warmth we’d felt in days. The rain had slowed to a drizzle, and the camp fell into a weary silence. I was sharing a small unit with the head nurse. As we laid out our bedrolls, I reached into my pack and pulled out a small, hand-stitched sachet filled with dried wolfsbane-root and cedar—herbs I'd gathered to keep the biting midges of the forest away.