Wisteria Petals Novels & Stories

I held her hand before she could grip it. “Careful, princess,” I said, pulling her back, “you could get hurt.” I bent down to look at what had drawn her interest. There were white petals on the west grass right beside one of the corpse. I reached into my pocket for gloves. Then picked up the petal to examine it closely. Chrysanthemums. Petals of death. I turned to Reeves. “Were there petals in the previous attacks?” I asked trying to understand the new pattern. “Not that I recall,” came his response.

But she didn't want to give in in front of Helen, so she stubbornly said, "She's an orphan, and now she's carrying the Shaw family's child. Where could she go if she doesn't come back?" Helen scoffed, "You people always think you can trample on others just because you're high up, but everyone has a line that cannot be crossed. Just wait and see!." After speaking, she didn't bother with Linda anymore and pulled the blanket over herself. Linda stomped her foot in frustration but had no choice but to turn and leave the ward. When Linda left, Helen peeked out from under the blanket, staring blankly at the ceiling, as if her soul had been drained.

"Maya Lane, you still have the nerve to show up here? If I'd been stripped in front of everyone like you were, I'd find some quiet hole to crawl into and die of shame." I ignored her, focused on finding the one thing I needed. When I didn't respond, Fiona dangled something in front of me. "Looking for this?" In her hand was a simple black hair tie, adorned with a small yellow daisy. To anyone else, it was cheap. But I'd kept it for so long that most of the yellow paint on the daisy had chipped away, leaving it faded and speckled. It was my most precious belonging. "Give it back," I said, reaching for it.

he walks off and kneels next to a small patch of Crimson Beebalm. Crimson Beebalm is a stunning flower. The petals are long and slender and they come out of a hairy looking center that is connected green leaves that look like they support the bud and a long smooth green stem. Best of all, it’s edible so I’ll be collecting some of it for the camp. Wait, what did he say? “It’s obviously either red or yellow, I don’t know of any grey muted colored flowers, the center even looks black.”

He looked down to see the two beautiful deep red and shocking white colored petals. Turning to get back to Stryxx, a 3rd blossom caught his eye. It was the exact opposite look from the other two. Remembering what Sage had said, and not knowing all the consequences in situations before have turned out ugly, he left the blossom there.

I had never seen something of this nature before. "Of course, you haven't seen it." I jolted at the sound of Hera's voice. Surprised that she must have read my thoughts. "But it's quite easy to identify. Its petals are a combination of orange and peach with a stalk close to the color of white. It has thorns like the stalk of roses. When you see it, you'll remember my description." "Where exactly do I find it?" "It grows directly behind the walls of the Pack. Just a stone's throw from the walls. It grows as a wild bush. I need you to uproot a plant, insert it into a jute bag and safely transport it back here."

His arms were wrapped around my waist. A hot surge of anger rose. I wanted to rip the photo down and smash it on the concrete floor, watch the glass explode into a million pieces. For some reason I didn’t move. Instead I stared until the image blurred and the smile belonged to someone I once knew.

Before they could even do anything, Mr Wisteria was shot with a silver dart, rendering him paralyzed as his wife and daughter screamed out for him. Growls surrounded the room as windows smashed. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I watched sixteen wolves roam around them. Who would send in sixteen wolves to kill a family that only had one werewolf amongst them? At first, nothing happened. I sniffed the air and frowned when they all smelled like peaches. Rogues smell rusty and dirty, not like peaches. They all seemed to be waiting for something, and were all eyeing Patricia curiously. She got up and looked to them.

He had finally found the prescription that he could use to treat both of them, but unfortunately, he lacked one of the ingredients for the prescription. That ingredient was wisteria. However, they could not find wisteria on the mainland, and it was very scarce everywhere. Jasmine had eventually found out that there was wisteria growing on Montholm Island. As for this wisteria flower, it only had a shelf life of three days after getting plucked. There was no other way to transport it. So, three months ago, Jasmine had proposed to bring her grandfather and sister to Montholm Island with her, and she had asked Master Jenkinson to come along with them.