Bloom In The Moonlight Novels & Stories

She exclaims, and Roxie lets out another piqued sound from the back of her throat before throwing the covers over her head. “Go away!” She mumbled as she felt herself drift back to sleep almost instantly, only to have the covers yanked from her, causing her eyes to pop open and her body to jerk into a sitting position on the bed. “You took away my freedom and now you won't let me fucking sleep!” She cried and gave Bloom a sardonic glare, but the girl laughed and looked exactly like her name. "Today marks the start of the Dance of the Moon Ritual, which calls for all the champions to get to know one another over breakfast every day. You are already a few minutes late.”

"Though I'm starting to wonder if you're planning to sacrifice me to some forest deity." His lips turned up in a smile and he rolled his eyes which I took as a win. That was practically flirting coming from him. "Nothing so dramatic.” he said “We're gathering moonflower petals tonight. They only bloom under the full moon, and we need them fresh for the suppression ritual." "Moonflowers.Right." I gave a small nod as I shoved my lighter back in my pocket. “So we’re going to be trudging through the forest picking flowers like a love-sick man.”

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

Not symbolically. Truly. A gentle, warm crimson light shimmered from each petal, growing stronger with every passing second. It looked like starlight filtered through rose quartz, soft and dreamlike. I gasped. “It’s... glowing.” Lucian’s gaze never left my face. “They’re called Moonborne blooms. They glow naturally, but only after the last light of day disappears.” “They’re beautiful.” “So are you,” he said before he could stop himself. He turned away quickly, like the words had slipped out without his permission. I said nothing. Just smiled.

Only time could tell. As I prepared himself with the Moonbloom, it left a growing feeling of unease inside his stomach. What if something went horribly wrong? What if the monster was beyond handling? I managed to shove those thoughts aside and focus on what needed considering now: the Moonbloom was a shy flower, its petals an insipid ghostly blue color, endued with the subtle facility to attract some of the most reclusive beasts. I placed the flower carefully in a small, intricately carved box. Then I closed his eyes and began to breathe in slowly and deeply, praying to the moon goddess to make this plan a success.

Inside, a single plant bloomed. It was beautiful in its own way. Delicate purple flowers clustered along its stems, their petals almost translucent in the sunlight that filtered through the wire mesh overhead. The color was a stunning, deep violet that faded to lavender at the edges. The smell was equally lovely, sweet and slightly intoxicating, like honey mixed with something floral and wild. But Autumn knew better than to let the beauty fool her. This was moonbane bloom. One of the most dangerous plants in existence.

And as we looked out over the town, a sense of hope blossomed in our hearts—a hope that the light would always prevail, even in the darkest of nights. As we looked out over the town, a sense of hope blossomed in our hearts—a hope that the light would always prevail, even in the darkest of nights. But just as we began to believe that our battle was won, a chilling breeze swept through the forest, carrying with it an ominous whisper. A figure emerged from the shadows, their presence palpable with a sinister aura. The moon's glow reflected in their eyes, casting an eerie glow that sent a shiver down my spine. They wore a wicked smile, a smile that spoke of secrets and a darkness yet to be uncov

She made a kiss face before shutting off the camera. I exhaled, looking up at Zac. "We're going to be good at this, right?" "That's just it," Zac grinned at me. "You're the love of my life, Bloom." - The End

I almost wanted to laugh, but the burning in my side reminded me not to. The door creaked open again that evening. It was Zevren. I didn't expect him, and I definitely didn't expect what he was holding. A Moonbloom. The pale petals practically glowed in the dim light of the room. My throat went completely dry. It was the exact same stuff I used to spend hours tending back in the herb gardens at Shadowbrook. I could practically hear Kaelen's voice in my head, laughing at me, telling me I had dirt on my nose again.

Fireflies danced like wandering stars, and the air was thick with the scent of earth and blooming nightshade. Veyra paused as the trees opened into a hidden meadow. It was beautiful—wild, secretive, and bathed in silver moonlight. A sea of deep purple blooms stretched before them, their petals curling like whispers. The flowers pulsed softly under the moon's gaze, releasing their heady fragrance into the air. She inhaled deeply, something in her chest loosening. "Nightshade," she murmured, stepping forward. Zevi nodded. "They only bloom fully under the waning moon."