Moondrop Flowers Novels & Stories

Jason forced himself to look up, to meet his own gaze in the mirror above the sink. His eyes were starting to shift. The color was deeper, warmer. Different. Oh god. This can't be happening. Not today. As he stared at his reflection in horror, voices drifted through his door from the corridor outside. Students talking excitedly about the final preparations. "Did you hear about the flowers they're using tonight?" one voice said. "Moonflowers. They brought in crates of them this morning." Jason's blood turned to ice. Moonflowers. He knew exactly what those flowers did, what effect they had on scent blockers and chemical suppressants. They enhanced natural pheromones, made it impossible to hide

“Flowers and trees grow from the earth. Water runs along the streams and forms waves in the sea. May you return to the moon and shine your blessing over us. “ Everyone bows their head in respect and drops their flower to the floor. The moon expands and the flowers along with the bodies of Lone Stone pack all sunk underground. Fireflies erupt from the forest and move in a circular motion. Hundreds of them. Flying towards the moon as their bright light fills the dark of the night. A couple swirls around the pack and gathers in front of us. Taking the form of a woman. Her hands grab at the earth, every tear from her eye falls leaving a patch of roses, just then she stands looking up and her eye

He turned to face me, giving me a suspicious look and I averted my gaze Ariella stared at Jason for some time and I also had a feeling she knew he was lying, I noticed her eyes were glazed over like I had seen the president do. She turned back to continue our flower planting " The Pladitus flower is also called the moon blood flower" " Moon blood flower?" I asked wondering why it was called that because the name sounded strange " Yes, I don't know why it's called that but I heard it grows once in every century, so I guess that's why is hard to find" she explained " and I also heard it looks pretty, well all flowers are" Remembering how the Pladitus flower looks, it was really pretty, and mor

His chestnut brown hair seems to reflect the beautiful light of September’s Corn Moon. “The moonflower is the reason why I have been a huge pup since three years ago.I was in a car accident that put me in coma for almost six months. I’m an avid car racer and obsessed with car racing. I guess you’ll probably won’t remember that because you’re busy wooing and drilling Eoghan,” he explained thoroughly with an unyielding gaze and fierce tone of voice. “The moon flower is also known as the Devil’s trumpet, Roz.” Romaine then glimpse at her two adopted individuals who were once waifs.

“Oh my god, Isaac.” Overnight, the garden had been filled with Moonlit Roses. Unlike regular roses, Moonlit Roses glowed under the moonlight – hence, their name. Werewolves often used them to express love, and because they were so unique, these flowers were also fairly expensive. To my knowledge, they cost at least a thousand dollars per bloom. And now I was staring at an entire garden filled with them, a breathtaking sea of velvet petals swaying gently in the breeze.

The Moon Goddess did not appear again since as She said that was Her last, even so, they still have the seed of moonlight that She left them that they will cultivate and pass on to those who will be next in their blood. Several rainy seasons and summers passed; the weeks, months, and years flew fast, the little seed has finally become a fruit and its grace to the Cohens is a unique ability that will be theirs. And as a tribute to their mother who gave them, the sacred moonlight that resides in them, they called it... "Moon Drip".

POV: Liora The doorway rose from the heart of the silver light as though it had always existed beneath the shattered throne, patiently waiting for the right hands to awaken it. Stone by stone, ancient blocks pushed upward from the fractured floor, fitting together with flawless, almost reverent precision. Within moments, an elegant arch stood before us, tall and luminous. Vines of pure silver wound themselves around the pillars like living veins, unfurling delicate leaves before blooming into tiny white flowers. Their faint fragrance drifted through the chamber…..sweet and haunting. Moon lilies. The same blooms my mother used to gather every spring, arranging them carefully around our home d

Terrifying. We reached a small clearing, and I froze, my breath catching. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak, was a patch of Moonshade flowers—rare, delicate blooms that only unfurled under the light of a full moon. Their petals shimmered like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the dark, and I stepped closer, mesmerized. “Gods,” I whispered, crouching down. “I’ve never seen them in person.” Lucien paused beside me, his presence warm and solid. “They’re special,” he said softly. “Their scent changes with the moon’s phases—jasmine tonight, but by the waning gibbous, it’ll be something sharper, like clove.”

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.

My body was already fragile, worn out from the emotional and physical toll of the past days, and now someone was toying with me? As I reached for the doorknob again to close it, something caught my attention. A sharp, peculiar scent. Sweet, yet spicy. Oddly familiar, but...wrong. My eyes fell to the porch, and my breath hitched. A bouquet of Moon Flowers. Only, they weren’t the crystal white ones that gently glowed in the dark. These were black. Deep, glossy black, shimmering under the pale daylight like polished onyx. They didn’t just sit there—they loomed, almost alive in their stillness.