Wildflower Series Novels & Stories

The Switch, when holding correctly, suppressed the wolf register cleanly, the specific cellular signature of an elevated species, the scent compound that any trained nose in this compound would recognize as kin or threat depending on context. What had leaked through in that brief window was the baseline projection Silver Dawn field investigators ran as their ambient state. Not wolf. Not human exactly, but the human-register signal, the carefully calibrated cellular output that read to any standard assessment as warm-blooded and unremarkable. A woman. Nothing elevated. Nothing that warranted a deeper look. To Reineck, running his questions with his flat cataloguing eyes, I was exactly what Ly

"Even before I set fire to my Mama's garden when I was eight, I knew I was different. It was like a whisper over my skin, a knowledge deep in my soul of my true nature. And then as I grew, we noticed that I healed faster and my eyes turned yellow as well as the signature amber that marked me as wolf. My first turn wasn't even on a full moon." My hands tightened on the steering wheel, even as I tried to hold a firm grip on the terrible memories of that night. "Mama said she had a friend who was mated to a hybrid but had died. According to her friend, while he rarely ever used his fire, his eyes turned yellow at odd times and he did everything faster than the normal werewolf–the reason why hyb

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

, he turned to her and smiled. "Ah, you must be the prince's wife, go in", he opened the barbed wire gate for her to go in which she did. It wasn't a smooth road but she could walk with her heels on it. Flowers lined the road and it got narrower and less smooth the more she walked. At a point, she took off her shoes. Seeing light coming from the end of the walk, she walked even faster until she found herself standing at a dock. It was beautiful. She turned and saw her husband walking towards her sexily with a bouquet of red roses and a bottle of champagne in his hands.

her lips were curled into a soft, welcoming smile. I offered a small smile in return before muttering a soft "Hello" Lilo looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say my name, but then sighed when she realized I wasn't going to. "Colleen, this is Rosalya, but she also goes by Rosie. She's Calix’s human mate!", Lilo said like if she were a proud mom. Oh my gosh, this girl. Colleen gasped, clamping her hands to her mouth with widened eyes. I shrunk into the bed a little as I wasn't really liking her reaction.

It was then that she found out that Andrew was holding a rose that the young man was caressing on her nakedness. Lana's heart was filled with heat because of what her boyfriend had done. Then Andrew kissed her again. At that time the flower was no longer in his hand, so she moaned when she felt his manhood gently touched the jewel between her thighs. Lana gasped because of the delicious sensation that the man had brought to her. Then she also did her own exploration of Andrew's body. Until her hands finally moved to his furious manhood. She saw Andrew's eyes widen because of what she did so the young lady became even more inspired to make her partner happy, just like he was doing to her.

Clara writes this in the developmental notebook — the third one, she started the second in January — and Valentina stands at the window and watches the jasmine building across the street do its spring thing: the first flowers opening in the specific white that is the announcement of all the white that is coming. Twenty-eight springs. The jasmine on March seventeenth for the eighth consecutive year. Ethan's dataset confirmed. Noa at the window, making her record. Jordi in the kitchen, narrating his attention at the breakfast table. Clara in the corner, writing it all down so she remembers it correctly. The family method. The second life's brief, being written in the living of it. Every spring

Whispers followed her every step. Freya's daughter. Freya's child. Freya's successor. Valir himself leaned forward. Smiling. Expectant. Maya wanted to run. But she stood firm. Then, she raised her hand. A white blossom emerged from the soil. Perfect. Beautiful. Alive. Gasps erupted. Then she remembered her promise to her mother. Slowly. Secretly. She prayed a silent apology to the flower she had grown. The flower wilted. Its petals curled inward. Its stem bent. Its life vanished.

The shot rang out, sharp and precise, hitting Lila straight in the skull. Lila crumpled to the ground, her coffee spilling across the pavement in a dark stain. The bystanders screamed, chaos erupting as they scrambled for cover. A sneer found its way to Viviana's lips as she dismantled the rifle in seconds. The thrill she hadn't felt in years came gushing down her spine, it was cold yet soothing and she loved it. _________

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.