Romans & histoires Wildflower Series

~vick~ I couldn't take it anymore. The chaos around me was suffocating. As I watched the guys attending to each other's wounds, it felt like the walls were closing in. I slipped out the door, the coolness of the night greeting me as I glanced up at the night sky.

“$700,000! Now, that’s a record-breaking price! Any more bidders?” “$700,050!” I shouted. “Are you crazy?” Kyle whispered, which I immediately nodded to as a response. “$700,050! This new bidder is quite the joker, isn’t she?” the host commented, clearly amused with my stunt. The lady in red, obviously annoyed, stood and showed another peace sign to the host. Whatever that meant, I did not care. “$800,000 from Buyer 50!” The host spread his arms. “Are we going for a billion dollars now? I think that’s what Xavier Hawthorn is worth!”

Images rose from it like smoke: a woman with long dark braids wrapped in seaweed and root, kneeling before a writhing mass of eyes and mouths; a forest being swallowed by itself; a young girl screaming as something ancient took root in her chest. Emily’s hand trembled. “That’s WildWood,” she whispered. Clara stepped closer. “What are we seeing?” Mahrun’s voice had changed—deeper, like another soul was speaking through him. “You are seeing the Seed’s cycle. It chooses vessels. It splits timelines. It feeds on grief and ritual. And it always returns.” Ashani’s face was grim. “So we’re not stopping it. We’re just delaying the next bloom.” “Not unless,” Mahrun said, “we do what the First One did

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.

Adaline Point of View We are all in the backyard, with lots of plants and herbs. I am at a cross road, not knowing if I should tell them about Lily or not. "As a witch, we work closely with herbs, plants and flowers, there are our closest companion, and when you get acquitted with them, you will be fine, because it's rare what it can't do." Lola says and I nod. "This is vervain." Blu says, holding a plant, it's purple, and the other one is dried, and has a very strong smell.

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

White roses fell into the coffin before he was buried. Behind the sunglasses, Valeria and Erika looked at each other. Without Valeria knowing it, she made the promise to finish that revenge soon. Valeria was not going to take the life of anyone else. Without Erika knowing it, she made the promise to make her regret the day she decided to start that revenge. Erika was going to suffer like no one. She should’ve thought twice before doing anything against her son because Valeria had Gadriel in her power.

“Better than okay.” Stolas moved to the edge of the bed. Grabbing a hold of the sash a pulling Annie closer to him as he tied the silky black fabric into a knot beneath her breasts. “Come here, Sunflower.” “Sunflower?” Annie asked as she looked down at him. “Sunflower.” Stolas repeated as he stood, his fingers moving to her chin as he tilted her head up so he could meet her gaze. “He calls me hessonite.” Candy said as she wrapped her arms around Annie’s waist and nuzzled her nose along the side of her neck that bore her claim. Enjoying the way their scents married together, it soothed her wolf.

“Fine. But promise me you’ll stay away from Winchester Forest. People go missing there. Hikers, campers… they just vanish. It’s not a joke.” “I promise, Mom. We’re going to Blackthorn Ridge camping grounds, nowhere near Winchester. I’ll be careful. We’ll watch out for each other.” She pulled me into a tight hug, then kissed my forehead. “Text me every night. I love you, baby.” “I love you too.” I said goodbye to my stepfather with a quick, awkward wave. His hand brushed my lower back a little too low as I turned to leave. I ignored the strange flutter it caused and hurried outside.

It landed on the picture again, and as Flora was facing the photo, she saw the insect, she smiled subconsciously. "Hey..." Flora greeted softly. "Shall I have this Damien Castle for my guide?" She asked humorously. To her surprise, the butterfly flapped its wings twice, but it did not fly away. Flora stared at the butterfly intently. As she did, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her as she vaguely saw her grandma's face, smiling warmly at her. Flora moved her head back and blinked her eyes, but the butterfly must have been startled by her sudden move. It left its spot and went out the window again.