Mo Flower Novels & Stories

“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.”

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

I say. "Three days," he says. "When the plant reaches its full height — which will take at least one more season, possibly two — it flowers for exactly three days. The flowers are small. White, with a yellow centre. Unremarkable to look at." He pauses. "But the smell—" "The sea," I say.

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.

Alden continued running and he was panting heavily, he could hear the steps of the forsaken behind him. He finally gets to the cave where the Moonflower is, he enters, his heart racing as he feared the forsaken might come after him. He remembered the word of the seer: make sure you do everything swiftly! He saw the moon flower Elixir, arranged in a spiral pattern along the stem they were glowing. He has gotten to where the moonflower is, but that was not what even troubled him now, the healer told him to get a particular one out of them.The one which has a double-petaled bloom and with a radiant blue colour.

My hand moved very carefully, as if I were touching the most fragile glass in the world. I pulled out a small, round wooden box. "I have something for you," I said, my voice dropping into a soft, serious whisper. Vivian turned around to face me, her eyes full of curiosity. "What is it?" I slowly opened the wooden lid. Inside the box, sitting on a bed of soft green moss, was a perfectly bloomed Moon Whisper flower. It was a beautiful, rare flower. Its petals were as white as pure snow, and they shone with a faint, magical silver light that looked exactly like the moon. The flower looked perfectly fresh and alive, as if it had just been plucked from the earth a second ago.

She whispered untying the blindfold. I opened my eyes slowly. It is difficult to describe the splendor of the sight that greeted me in words. There was a small pool of water, only a few meters in radius. The water was sparkling blue. Rows of flowers stretched endlessly in every direction. There were roses of almost every color: red, orange, pink, white, purple, black, and even multi-colored roses. I involuntarily walked towards the edge of the pool and immersed my hands in the water. It was freezing, I shivered and instantly took out my hands.

“It’s a bit temperamental and difficult to grow. It needs the right conditions—particular soil, the right amount of sunlight, and careful watering. But when it’s in full bloom, it’s stunning.” I paused for a moment, letting the words settle between us. Alexander didn’t look like he was in a hurry, so I decided to continue. “This flower," I said, carefully examining the bloom, "has a unique characteristic. The petals are dark, almost black at the edges, but the deeper hues of purple are rich and vibrant. It’s called the Midnight Flame because, in the right light, it glows, almost like it’s alive with passion.” I took a breath and let the calm of the garden surround us. “It’s also known for it