Mo Flower Novels & Stories

“Excellent point! So then, how about dessert?” As we watch Sophie and Elliot cut their cake, I stop for a moment to admire the trellis. The morning glories are beautiful, and I didn’t realize before that Levi has woven some of his moonflowers in-between them. As it is twilight, both types of flowers remain open simultaneously, and it is a rare and exquisite sight. As I focus on one of the moonflowers in particular, I realize how unique it is due to its size. I think about taking it home to press as a reminder for Sophie.

He drawled, pulling his head back as if it was the most shocking thing in the world. I could feel myself getting angrier at his line of questioning, but I had to remember to keep my cool. He had the advantage in this situation, since I had no constitutional pack rights as yet. The beads chimed and the shopkeeper emerged from the back. She and the man nodded at each other before she looked at me. She had five beautiful stalks of the moonflower in her hand. Each had big, heart-shaped, dark green leaves and sturdy, slightly thorny stems, along with white trumpet-shaped blooms.

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.”

It was challenging for Lola to discover more details from Caesar's clothes, as they were nearly spotless, except for the occasional barely noticeable stains. Caesar's clothes carried only his pheromone scent. Lola closed her eyes, covered her face with his shirt and trousers, and tried to find more information. For example, there was a tiny, almost indistinguishable trace of Mayflower pollen on Caesar's pants hem. The Mayflower, deep blue and cold-resistant with a long blooming period, had once won a horticultural society garden excellence award. Many aristocratic families liked to plant this flower in their homes... But it was June to August, and it was impossible for the flower to bloom at

I bent forward and to my surprise it smelled like mogra. I was overwhelmed. I watched over my shoulder at Luna as she stroked one of the flowers. "So are they named, dear. This is mainly known as Dove or Egret flower from the family of orchids. But what you are seeing is a breed of Egret and Mogra. They grow mainly during summers but our gardeners and researchers worked on my request and made it grow throughout the year. So I can see them whenever I like." I stared at the flowers. They were heavenly and the touch was softer than cotton. Yet, it was as thin as paper. I was in awe.

“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 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.”

Not far away, in a flower shop, Mo Fei was waiting for the shop assistant to wrap the flowers with hands in his pocket. Given his status, he certainly did not need to take the subway, but he lost the bet with his friends. He had to buy a bouquet of flowers in this flower shop and give it to the owner of the shop. Then, he told her that he wanted to pursue her. Yes, the playboy was so dull when he felt bored. "Sir, your flowers have been prepared." Mo Fei also took a large bouquet of roses. There were various colors in it, including red, white, yellow, and blue pink. He had randomly ordered them and basically had no taste. When he asked others to package them, they took a few more glances at

“The… moonflower.” A low laugh rumbled from his chest, dark and cruel, though tinged with pain. He loosened his hold just enough for her to breathe easier, his other hand dragging down her stomach, reminding her how thoroughly he had claimed her. “Moonflower,” he repeated, savoring the word. “Rare and dangerous and can be found In Dylen's garden.” She tilted her head back, too drained to resist but too proud to look away. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, wild and burning with both lust and fury.

Purple allium and lavender and phlox. He seems to consider, and then he leaps down, grabs my hips, and before I can react, he sets me gently on the edge. Then he vaults to sit beside me. There are two big footprints in the flowers. “You crushed the phlox,” I say. “What’s phlox?” I point below us. The moon casts a spotlight on the blooms, the illumination turning the petals into glowing jewels. The scent of lavender rises from their broken stems. “Oh. My bad.”