Mo Flower Novels & Stories

The words burst from me, a surge of triumph making me scramble toward the edge of a rocky ledge where a lone, silvered flower bloomed in the sun. He was beside me in an instant, his expression softening with a gentle regret. "That's a Silverwink. A close cousin, but not our blossom." He pointed to the leaves. "See how the edges are rounded? The Moonless Blossom’s leaves are pointed, like daggers." Disappointment washed over me, sharp and cold. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. Pushing myself back to my feet, I brushed the dirt and grit from my knees.

“Do you think I stole it?” “I found it!” Moon held up a bright green bracelet from the drawer. Tears ran down her face. “This is it!” Zayden and Yannick shoved Xena. She stumbled back. “Mom, you’re a thief!”

Ava replied blushing a bit. "Don't worry. This why I am here." Mila stands up and walks over to a bookcase. She takes out 3 books and lay them on the table. Mila opens the books and I see, there are various pictures in it of flowers. Mila turns the pages to the white flowers. "We have a few white flowers here on the farm, but the flower that I think will go best with the Evolvulus is the white gardenia. It is almost like a white rose. You can also mix the white iris and the blue iris together." Mila opens up two different pages. Both have irises on but in different colors. I look over to Ava and see the wheels in her head-turning.

I needed to get him talking. "No," I replied and then showed him the wilted flowers that were still in my hand. "Do you know what these are?" "Yes. Morning glories," he replied, sounding frustrated. "They wilted when you touched them, didn't they?" I wanted confirmation. He gave a short nod and his canines receded. Good. "They are also called Moon flowers," I told him. His eyes flickered red before turning back to blue. I forced him to kneel and be still. I placed my hand on top of his head.

A piece of moonflower seed appeared in our hands. A kiss sealed our vows. We planted the seed together in empty soil and it sprouts and blooms within the minute it was planted. Lanasia explained beforehand that this symbolizes the seeds of werewolf lovers. Our moonflower is the very first planted one, soon, this grove will be filled with moonflowers.

Jake's deep and soothing voice made Ryder take her eyes off his hand. "Huh?" She was too immersed in her thoughts, her brain failed to understand what this guy was talking about. Jake noticed it and chuckled. "If I was a flower, I would be a Myosotis." "What flower is that?" Jake recalled the tiny blue flowers by his mother's grave and the corner of his lips lifted in a small smile, as he leaned his head against the fence. When he spoke, his voice sounded sad. "A small doleful flower."

It was—just more thoughtful than I would have imagined Zac to be. Zac looked at me again. He licked his lips. "Why did you get named after a flower?" He peered at me with warm eyes—filled with curiosity and intrigue. I had never seen that from him before. I looked at him for a second before looking back at the road. I smiled faintly. "Uh—jasmines were my mom's favourite flowers." I exhaled sharply, keeping my eyes trained on the road. "They were my, the flower he got on all her birthdays and other holidays. She loved them—so when I was born, I got the name."

The moon caught her locks and made a soft glow about her head, like a halo. "The flower, darling. Do you remember the flower I used to speak of? Back when you were truly this age?" I shook my head. Her soft smile brightened her face and I returned the gesture. "It's just up this mountainside," she told me. "The flower blooms only once every century, its petals opening up to receive the moonlight for only a few seconds. But when it blooms, the power it holds is enough to break even the deepest nightmare." She smiled at me again as we walked up a steep incline to the top of a mountain.

I could feel it in the air between us—thick with emotion, with meaning, with something ancient neither of us could name. Then, slowly, Kane reached behind his back. I blinked, confused for a moment—until he brought his hand forward. He was holding a single flower. Not just any flower. A moonflower. Its white petals glowed faintly in the moonlight, delicate and perfect. The edges shimmered as if dipped in starlight. It looked like it had bloomed just for this moment—fragile, beautiful, and rare. Moonflowers didn’t grow just anywhere. They were sacred. Said to only appear when the veil between worlds was thin… or when the Moon herself gave permission.