Moonflower Bud 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.

When they arrived at the apartment, something was waiting for them. On the windowsill, in the pot where the Soul Flower sprout had been placed, the plant had grown rapidly. The bud on the blue branch was now the size of a marble, and a second bud was beginning to emerge on the pink branch. But what stopped their breath were several wilted silver petals scattered around the pot, a type of flower they didn't recognize. And on the window glass, written in condensation, was a message: We will meet during the full moon. Prepare your soul. - The Awakened Eye

It wasn't totally necessary for this ceremony but they thought it was a good sign. "Luna." Josephine turned to her and Noelle took a step forward, glancing over at her mate beside her. He gave her a nod of encouragement. Josephine handed her a silver bowl with moonflowers floating in the water of the Blood Moon Spring. "Drink this, Luna." Noelle looked at the bowl. Moonflowers were extremely good for werewolves but it was a kind of poison for humans. Just like Wolfbane and silver didn't have much effect on her, what if moonflowers did?

Several older wolves narrowed their eyes at the two interlopers who had spent the last few days strutting around like they owned the place. Martha opened her mouth. Closed it. “Second,” I continued, lifting the crystal box so the light caught the petals, “this is not a wildflower. This is Moon-crown Blossom. It blooms once a year for a single day, high on cliffs no sane wolf would climb. It purifies even high-grade wolfsbane. I searched for years to find it.” Aman snorted from the sidelines. “You expect us to believe that’s some legendary herb? It’s a common weed. Don’t be ridiculous.”

It smells like the bedroom after Gideon whipped me and made me cum harder than anyone before him. “They're called Moonflowers.” Low mutters as he reaches around me to take the flower out of my hand; he turns it upside down and shakes so the yellow pollen falls into his hand. “They only bloom when fated mates join under the power of a full moon. Fated shifter mates.” He’s speaking softly as he drops the flower and uses a finger to collect the pollen from his palm; he presses it against my neck before I can stop him. I’m instantly filled with a warmth that reminds me of when Gideon holds me, I want to whimper and beg him not to leave but he’s not here. It's fake. It's just the smell making me

Kael stared at the bud in awe, he wanted to touch it but hesitated. He hadn't dared to do that before since he knew that if he had touched the buds, the flowers would die and so would his baby. He watched patiently as the bud opened slowly, releasing its fragrance. He breathed deeply in the sweet fragrance. Closing his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them again, he saw the little Fox unfurled himself in the bed of the flower, he was so small he could fit three of him in one palm, so fragile, Kael didn't know how to pick him up, so he reached a hand toward the flower and waited for his son to recognize him then climb into his hand. But instead, the fox yelped loudly and ran to hide

Love, Grandma Beth” “Well that was a cryptic one. Even for Grandma Beth.” Amaris thought. Grandma Beth had always preferred to call her princess when they were alone. It was why Amaris used to dream she was a princess when she was a little girl. She would make tall paper cone hats and use her towel as her princess cape. Grover even gave her his handkerchief once to use as her veil on her hat. She may have out grown the desire to play dress up but not the desire to imagine herself a real princess. Amaris put the note into her pocket and quickly sniffed the strong floral smell of the lupine. They were her favorite wild flower and could be found in some of the meadows up on the mountain. Grandm

"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 in hair and the stones in a hand"

"Though I'm starting to wonder if you're planning to sacrifice me to some forest deity." His lips turned up in a smile and he rolled his eyes which I took as a win. That was practically flirting coming from him. "Nothing so dramatic.” he said “We're gathering moonflower petals tonight. They only bloom under the full moon, and we need them fresh for the suppression ritual." "Moonflowers.Right." I gave a small nod as I shoved my lighter back in my pocket. “So we’re going to be trudging through the forest picking flowers like a love-sick man.”

Right now I had to focus on the grinning alpha at the end of the aisle, the one who stopped me from punching, solely for the possibility that I might get hurt. I stepped down the platform to the other side of the altar, all the while I felt his eyes following my every step. I clutched my wedding bouquet tighter, a bunch of rare epiphyllum oxypetalum and few heads of Polianthes Tuberosa. I had chosen the flowers myself, moon flowers for a moonlit wedding and primarily for the significance. One for transformation and awakening, the other for..... a part of me that I still wasn't ready to admit yet.