Watermelon Snow African Violet Novels & Stories

"Fine. Do what you have to do. I think I'll go back to my room, then." She nodded and V went away. As she stood up and looked at the mess she had done, she noticed a hibiscus flower that she overlooked awhile ago. She drew nearer and picked it up. At first she did not believe her instincts for it might just been a coincidence. But apart from she's in the safest place at the moment, she still could not find any other proof that the flower did not come from a Malignobon. She had received many of this leaf before, when she was still in the Realm. Although, it would be ridiculous to think that a Malignobon really had infiltrated her current location now. So what could it really be? She got so co

waiting at the finish line. "Is this the 'Violet-Winter' again, Avery?" Silas asked, his eyes reflecting the new, indigo sky. "No, Dad," Avery replied, her own skin beginning to glow with a soft, "Natural-Amber" light. "This is the 'Violet-Spring.' And this time, we aren't 'Borrowing' the flowers. We’re 'Growing' them."

I am midair when he shifts, flinging a purple powder into my face. WOLFSBANE.

Margaret was waiting for us in the kitchen with three packed bags when I arrived. "Food, water, basic medical supplies and this...." She pressed something into my hand. A vial of silver liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the predawn light. "It's wolfsbane extract. Diluted enough that it won't hurt you but strong enough to deter rogues. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary." "Where did you get this?" I asked staring at the vial. "Beat you don't know." Margaret's expression was grim. "Just promise me you'll be careful. The neutral territories are extremely dangerous. They're not like pack lands."

she shook her head as she poured the purple liquid into two tiny glasses . "These are not white hibiscus .Though they look extremely similar.These are Snow Frost flowers .They only grow in -10 degree Celsius. In our kingdom in top of mountains .That too only some mountains "Snow frost ?.I have heard this word before .My mom used to make all sorts of experiments inside the castle and she would write all the ingredients and things she needed on a piece of paper and tell me to go give it one of the guards .I have seen the name Snow Frost a few times . "So what are we waiting for .Let's drink it "She handed me two petals of the flower and she took 2 for herself.She put it slowly in her drink and

your hands. In two weeks the pictures will all glow bright when the plants are fully grown. You will then warm the heart of the garden and immediately pour the pound water as before. When the glow changes from the hunter green to a lilac color. You will then go to the back door and allow yourself to be cocooned . This cocoon will include the door. You will sleep in this cocoon the whole time as it forms and when it is destroyed. I can not tell you how long that will take dear as I don't know. Have a bucket of that special water from the pond ready when the cocoon is destroyed, someone will have to throw this water on you to keep you from overheating. Jay honey I know it will be you who take

My heart thrummed against my chest in wild anticipation as I placed it below my nose and sniffed. “I… I… I think the miscarriage has affected my sense of smell…” I stuttered, handing the pouch to Aster. “Can you tell me what is in this pouch?” “Wolfsbane.” She gasped, her eyes widened in shock, and she took a deeper breath. “Seven parts diluted wolfsbane, to be precise.” Looking at me with a bewildered expression, she asked, “What is it doing here, Melinda?” Biting the inside of my cheek to restrain the storm brewing within me, I managed to grit out, “Nothing… You can leave now.”

But I couldn't dwell on their feelings, it was them or me, and I chose me. “Run,” Brian commanded, and I began the first lap into my future. I pushed my body harder than I'd ever pushed it before, quickly putting as much distance between Brian and me as possible. I was off the floor and into the snowy trees. Quickly, I uncorked my bottle of wolfsbane and emptied the entire thing into my quivers as I ran. That was probably too much, but I would leave the Bloodmoons today regardless of the consequences. He smelled it immediately. “Violet, what are you doing?” He asked in that deep baritone that I would definitely miss hearing.

“I’ve finished the last one. The Wraith’s Kiss. It made my skin feel too tight for my body. I could barely think for wanting.” A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. This was their dance. She, a werewolf with a resistance to most toxins and a fascination with altered states, was his sole, secret tester. He would craft a bouquet with a specific, psychosomatic effect. She would take it to her loft, immerse herself in its aura, and report back the sensations. It was a dangerous, delicious game. “I have just the thing,” he murmured. He led her to the back, to a specimen grown under a bell jar. The flower was a deep, velvety crimson, almost black in the center, with a stamen that pulsed with a f

She glanced around the kitchen, noting that the other staff members were busy with their tasks and not paying attention. Freya set the tray down on a side table and retrieved a small vial from her pocket. She glanced around to ensure no one was watching. Wolfsbane to weaken resistance and aphrodisiac to ignite uncontrollable desire. The combination was potent and dangerous. She uncorked the vial and let three drops fall into the warm honey that would be drizzled over Zora's morning bread. The liquid disappeared without a trace, leaving no scent, no color change. Perfect.