Moon Flowers Novels & Stories

The men nodded and got to work while the others shifted into wolves and darted back into the woods to find their comrades who had been wounded by the beast. Moon's call approached his cottage which was close to a hill at the other side of a narrow stream flowing down into the river at one part of the forest. He walked across the board bridge he had made over the stream to get to his own side. Although he would have easily sprinted through the stream if he was in his wolf form but he didn't really fancy getting wet when he was in his human form.

"May I? Hunter says gesturing to my mom. I nod. Watching him as he approaches. Hunter puts his hand in his pocket and takes out a small box. He opens it and inside are tiny delicate white flowers. I inhale through my nose. I'm surpringly shocked at how strong they smell for such tiny flowers. A smell unlike any flower I've ever smelt before. Unique. "Our pack believes that once we die we need a gift for the moon to cross over. Females take moon flowers and males take moonstones" "Petite fleur de lune" I whisper with wide eyes. I stare at the tiny flowers in wonder and amazement realising why my father called me after them. "We traditionally place the flowers i

Someone else pipped up. “He didn’t give specifics, but it does sound that way. I did ask how we would even know who the moon wolf was. He said we would know, by the crescent moon on her fur.” Beta John answered. “So, we are looking for a she wolf with a crescent moon on her fur. What exactly is it that makes her so special? Do any of us have someone in our pack like this. Can we just give her up to make all this stop?”

The moon hung in the purple-red sky, surrounded by the stars. They seemed so close, as if you could reach out and pluck them. The clouds cautiously approached, just ahead of anyone's grasp. The crescent moon was still quietly waiting for the sun to rise. Meanwhile, Selena was watering the flowers in her room. Her face was pale and bloodless, and her hands trembled slightly, causing the water to spill onto the floor. She sighed. The flower before her was a chrysanthemum, a delicate beauty with petals of white tinged with soft yellow.

The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. Slowly the night creped in covering the surroundings of Queen Anne Hill. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. She grabbed her torn clothes tightly around her body and made a run to save her life and dignity.

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 my mother, she kept me hidden, she protected me We begin walking again turning around so we don’t go too far, Tate did say to stay in sight. “It was clear that the sliver ones were born on the nights of full moons. But lots of pups are born on full moons But made a particular child stand out. Was there a time interval? A particular time, down to the exact second? but in one of our texts, something stood out. The birth of a silver one is as rare as the occurrence of a blue moon in the sky.” He says as though he was repeating some quote. “The blue moon is a time when the power of our Selena is most powerful, we believe she can sip a little of herself into the soul of a child born at tha

Hiding I had been doing since before I had a word for it. I'm not fast. I'm not strong. I never have been. But I can disappear. I learned it young, the way some kids learned to swim or climb, because it came as naturally as breathing and felt just as necessary. My mother called it the Switch. A Silver Dawn gift: the ability to pull yourself inward, dampen what the body broadcasts, become background. Unremarkable. Unseen. The other kids in my Circle practiced it like a skill. For me it had always felt more like remembering something I already knew.

Lena hesitated and then took a small sip. The warmth spread through her softening the rigor of her nerves in her chest. She set the mug down and looked at Luna Celeste "You said I have power, what do you mean?" Luna Celeste sat down in the chair across from her, and her face turned solemn. "The gifts of the Moon Goddess are rare, but she never bestows them, much like her gifts, for no reason. You were born during a blood moon, was it not?"

He asked as his gaze lingered for a moment on Lillian’s flushed, beautiful face. I stepped forward and answered flatly. “This is Clara, our head botanist and a respected elder of the pack. And her daughter, Lillian, our head healer, whom you….remarked upon earlier.” “Ah, the healer,” Kael said, with a slow smile on his lips. “Yes.” His attention then shifted to the shelves of plants. He moved toward them with a genuine interest as he examined the specimens. He pointed to a plant with a silvery, wool like leaves. “This is the one. Moon - blossom. It is said to only blossom where the moon’s magic is strongest.”