Angel Breath Flowers Novels & Stories

“Today, Calliyah and I are excited to share with you our research on the Enchanted Moonflower, a flower steeped in mystery and legend.” “The Enchanted Moonflower,” Calliyah continued, “is a nocturnal bloom that only unfurls its petals under the soft glow of the full moon. Its ethereal beauty is enhanced by its shimmering silver petals, which seem to dance in the moonlight, casting a spell of enchantment on those who behold it.”

He looked at me in amazement, and I tried not to shy away. “Do you like my creation?” I asked him lowly. “Olivia,” he said reverently, “you look ethereal.” I felt my cheeks warm, but I embraced the satisfaction. I’d found these flowers in a corner of the manor gardens, and since they only bloomed under the full moon they were said to be blessed to the Moon Goddess. It had been insanely difficult weaving them together like this, but for the look on Elroy’s face, it was absolutely worth it.

It was a beautiful sight to behold, one I couldn't help but grin at. "This is beautiful," I admitted softly, looking around at all the numerous tiny flowers glowing all around us. "It is," came Alpha Evan's even softer reply and I looked at him, only to find him already looking at me. I felt my cheeks heat up, squirming a little under his intense gaze. "What are all these flowers? I've never seen flowers that could glow like that." "They're called nocte caeruleo. Literally translating to blue night. These are a special type of flowers that glow bright blue when they bloom at the stroke of midnight every fourteen years before they go back to sleeping," Alpha Evan explained, finally looking at

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

The nun looked around and said, “I will be back in a minute. She headed towards a bush. Behind that was a plant covered with purple-colored flowers. It looked beautiful from a distance. She plucked the purple flowers and approached Alpha Gabriel. “We burn wisteria incense in the church to keep demons at bay. Usually the smell of this flower repels them, but just the smell will not be sufficient to kill him. You have to feed him the flower or its juice to prevent him from regeneration and to immobilize him.” The nun whispered in Alpha’s ears as she handed over the flower to Alpha Gabriel. “I have wisteria flower plants in my park, but I never knew earlier that they were so powerful that they

"That's also valid. I’ll have the prenatal version with chamomile and rose water instead of skullcap and blue lotus. That's a no while I'm growing a person." The baby kicks, hard, like she agrees. She's been doing barrel rolls since seven, which Bryce says means a Sagittarius moon and my OB says means nothing, and honestly I hold both truths. I still can't believe I'm here. Natasha called me. I've done a gratitude journal entry about it already and the drinks hadn't even started. Her wine and my mocktail arrives, purple and beautiful. She eyes it. "It looks radioactive." "It's the butterfly pea flower that gives it color. Do you want to try a sip?"

Alethra laughed and said, well, I had to find away to hide what I was doing. There are four different types of flowers here, the first three are Lavender, Jasmine and Rosemary. As you know, are the main ingredients in making the scent masking spray that our warrior's use, when they are out to gather information. The last one is called MoonFlower, this flower only blooms at night. It is a really pretty white flower that shimmer like moon rays, even through it is really pretty, this flower has a secret. Every part of it is poisonous, even the roots. I said. Both Elzie and Amelia looked shocked at this piece of information.

Had the red-haired woman given them names? Gianna closed her eyes and tried to recall those images from that night. The flowers had been unusual, with petals that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. Some had been purple with gold centers. Others had been white with veins of silver running through them. There had been vines with leaves that felt almost warm to the touch. The red-haired woman had pointed to one in particular. A flower with deep red petals and a black center that looked almost like an eye. "This one is called Heartbloom," she had said, her voice reverent. "It can heal the deepest wounds. It can cure poisons. It can restore what has been broken."

DEREK The bouquet was clutched in my hand like a shield, and I was two seconds from turning around and walking back to the car. I’d picked the damn flowers myself—real ones, not store-bought. Lavender sprigs for calm, moon roses because they reminded me of her, and a few wild irises from the edge of the Silverclaw valley. I didn’t know if it was too much. Or not enough. The Moonstone packhouse loomed ahead, a perfect blend of elegance and earth, and I’d barely stepped onto the porch before the door opened and Elena was standing there.

“Please don’t tell Mama! She’ll buy out a whole florist’s if she thinks it’ll help me get them back!” “I’ll just remind her that Andie likes daisies and Jaime loves pansies. Something you’d do well to remember,” Angel calls back as she rounds the corner into the main kitchen. As if I could forget. Both women have their favorite flower tattooed over their right butt cheek. I’ve licked, kissed, and bitten those flowers many, many times. And now I have a boner. Lovely. Turning, I tuck myself into the waistband of my pants, check over tomorrow’s deliveries one more time, and call out a “good night” to Angel and our packer, Miguel, as I leave.