Moonflower Bud Novels & Stories

One that I choose to ignore and take the offered hilt in both of my hands, looking at her. "It is coated with moonflower's pulp," she explains and then closes her eyes as if in pain. An old memory quickly makes away in my mind and I remember the time when Fenris had informed us about Xavier's spell requiring the moonflower. Another memory, this one older than the previous one, flashes in front of my mind. I read it in the book of magic potions in plant toxicity. Yes! A moonflower's essence will kill an evil being. Any supernatural being can be killed by the moonflower's essence.

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.”

She convinces her father not to do anything about it. "But Luna… " "Beta, your time is up. You have to get out now. You can still visit her tomorrow." The warrior guarding the prison declared. "Chandra…" The beta sadly uttered his daughter's name and gave her daughter a handkerchief with an essence of a Moonflower. It is said to be that it is the favorite flower of the Moon Goddess and anyone who has an essence of it will be connected to her.

We both breathed the morning fresh air as we hovered in that position, appreciating our freshly remodeled yards for my garden. Amongst all the flowers in the yard, there is one that is too inconspicuous to be acknowledged by everyone. It is also splendid, but only for those who have a strong desire for flowers; it is not enticing enough for those who buy flowers for a display or for a special occasion. This bud blooms graciously and encompasses the yard with light-skinned petals surrounding the mustard-colored circle that tends to attract bees.

he said. Then he opened the box, and inside was a beautiful plant with a large flower bud. “That is gorgeous, I have never seen a plant like it before,” I said as I looked closer in the box at it. “It is as rare as you, my queen. The flower bud only opens once every seven years,” Adam said. Just as I was going to thank him again and offer him in for tea, the flower slowly opened, and sprayed a dusting of pollen at my face, causing me to cough.

A single Forget-me-not frozen in time and space. "I have to wait until it's warm again to plant the seeds of the flower in the garden, but I bought a small bouquet of it. They're very pretty." Ryder was blushing even more than the time she threw the small plush cat in Midnight's hands. She didn't know why, but for some reason in her heart the desire to give Midnight this flower increased the more she thought about it. From the moment she found out what flower the Myosotis was, that flower and Midnight were all she could think about. She really, really, really wanted to gift it to this friend of hers who still was a stranger.

Audrey smiled; seeing the curiosity on her friends' faces, she decided to explain the flower to them. "The flower is called, Stellaluna. The petals of these flowers hold the essence of stardust, the flower's gentle glow you see all over it is believed to guide those who are lost, physically and spiritually. Like them," She looked behind at the three girls lying beside the river. "The healing properties are tied to the lunar cycles, with its power waxing and waning like the moon," She stood when she saw they had gotten enough of the flower. "We shall be using this flower and the water from the river to cleanse their darkened souls," Audrey said as they walked back to the riverside.

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 have a feeling Mother Luna left it there to sew with the dress. The seamstress recognized the flowers right away, and she told me it was a rare kind that would only bloom when the Moon Goddess blesses the reunion of two wolf souls. She told me that these kinds of plants can only be found inside the garden of the Moon Wolf Spring. This plant is considered very precious, and many believe that the Moon Goddess herself planted it there.” “So you mean the flower will bloom on the day of the wedding if ever the Moon Goddess approves of Mom and Dad’s wedding?” Devon asked, looking so amused at the idea. “What if they don’t bloom, though? What’s that mean? What will happen?” Diana asked, which ma