Flower Goddess Novels & Stories

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

I only saw one, and it was so beautiful that I was afraid to pick it. My mother bent down and plucked the bloom from the plant with one hand while she pulled a knife from the other and slit her arm, similar to the way I'd cut myself with the scissors. "It is the Moon Goddess's gift to mortals. Your blood can keep it from withering, and in return, the next day, it will offer its precious nectar, which could wake one from his deepest sleep." I looked up at her, and my heart began to race with hope. I murmured, "Ethan… I could save Ethan!"

They had watched Krishna cure a hurt boar without ever raising a sword, had watched her pacify a raging tempest with one breath. Today, they witnessed her become. "Floranim venari. Asmar desh lunar. Vorkai selenthi!" Magic swelled in her chest, not warm, but gleaming — a strong pulse of life-energy. Her feet lifted off the ground slightly, eyes gleaming the color of morninglight. The Eldertree leaves burst into bloom — deep purple and star-scorched blue. Children gasped. "Is she a goddess?" one whispered. "No," a mother behind him laid a hand on his shoulder. "She's a guardian."

Her parents must be very spiritual to name their daughter after the Moon Goddess. "That's a pretty name" her blonde hair falls when she giggles happily. "Thank wou" it's adorable when she adds the 'w' sound to her words. It reminds me of when Sam, Alec and Tess used to do the same thing. "I should pwobably find my pawents. I wan away to give you the flowa. It's a moonflowa" she swings her shoulders side to side, hands clasped in front of her. This is an Ipomoea Alba flower? But these are rarely found around here and are sacred to the Moon Goddess. Before I can say anything, she steps forward and encases her arms around my shoulders. I still, feeling her delicate arms tighten. It takes a seco

It was unheard of and, at the same time, unbelievable. "Is that what I think it is?" I asked before even walking to get closer. "Yes, it is the sacred flower," he said, and I smiled at how precious it was. The Goddess was said to have a sacred flower, a silvery rose that was bright and from which you could get a very good elixir that helped with curses placed on werewolves. Sometimes, it turned out that a lineage was cursed by some situation, and depending on what happened, they could have various signs and symptoms, so the elixir helped to alleviate them.

He had told me that before. “That is what you told me the first day we met,” I told Aelius. “I need to know what it means. I need to know what this flower is…I need to know where I can find more of them so I can find—“ “It is a Marrowrose.” The words came out flat, though a bit tense. I had hoped hearing the name would give me a better idea of what the flower was, but it didn’t. “It is rare, and there are not supposed to be any left, let alone blooming, but Priestess Gloria always has her way,” he went on. “It’s a flower once grown by ancient witches only, and only for one purpose.”

"I have no idea. Nox's father would not speak of them." "Only them know about blue flower." Alastair said, catching my attention and despair. "Do you know anything about these werewolves? Who they are?" Alastair hummed. "I am under oath not to tell." "Gods on a cloud!" I cursed under my breath. "Do you at least know about the story behind the blue flower?" "Blue flower was given by Moon Goddess, to reduce power." "I don't understand. Why would the Lycans want to reduce their power?"

Alpha Ryker – POV Flora gazed at me, confusion on her face, as I presented the Night Amulet. "Flora, I believe you might come from the bloodline of Nyx, the goddess of night. She also holds power over the moon and the Dark Realm." "Me? A descendant of the Nyx goddess?" Flora questioned. "I don't feel any power inside me, Ryker." "It might be locked away. You'll need training to unleash it," I explained, though Flora doubted my words.

“Our Great Mother, the Moon Goddess, has appeared before me. Don’t try to interfere, Devil.” “She wants to kill you, Allison!” I yelled back angrily. “You need to get away.” “Allison, move!” Kieran added, hoping his sister would at least listen to him. But Allison shook her head stubbornly. I could tell the silver suppressors still had a hold on her, making her weak. I wouldn’t be surprised if they were clouding her better judgment too, only allowing her to fawn over the creature who appeared before her, being of a similar depiction to her beloved Moon Goddess.

The flute and the drums that are still being played in the background seems to have become wisps of air, as they slowly faded while plunging the entire garden in silence. Priestess Eva did not look at the watching crowd. Her eyes turned to the two fated mates on top of the platform with a gentle smile and raised her arms in front of her with her palms facing upwards. Her smooth palms glimmered with a golden hue as the sparse light of the moon formed into silver butterflies that flutterer gently above her hands. The silver butterflies are formed through the aura of the moon, and they would always favor the priestess of the clan that has been deemed as the servants of the moon goddess for gene