Moonflower Bud Novels & Stories

Their flowers were pale white and shaped like little cups that were glowing faintly. Moonveil.

Like… sir, please go away. But he didn’t, obviously. So I pushed all his annoying energy to the side and knelt beside Pearl in front of a row of pale lavender blossoms. “Pearl, do you know what this one is?” I asked gently. She nodded eagerly. “Mm-hmm. That’s Moonbud.” “Good.” I smiled. “And do you know what it does?” “No.” She shook her head, frantically. “That’s fine,” I said, touching the petals lightly. “Moonbud tea cures insomnia, but if you use too much, it causes dizziness. And the leaves can treat minor burns, but not major ones.”

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

The boulder half-submerged on the near side, large enough to crouch behind, close enough to the waterline that the ambient sound would cover anything small. Mama is going to make me ride in the truck bed. I pressed myself into the mud behind the boulder and became still. Real still, not just held-breath still, but the practiced kind, the kind I'd been working on since I was small enough to fit behind the linen cupboard at home and had discovered that nobody looked for what didn't announce itself. The Switch engaged at its edges, not the full suppression, just the quieting of the obvious. I let the ambient sounds layer back over me one by one: frogs first, then crickets, then the soft complai

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.

The next morning, I was awakened by a message from Lucas. "Go to the greenhouse," he commanded, his tone brusque. "Bring the 'Moonlight Flower.' The Alpha is waiting for you." I stared at the screen, my fingertips ice-cold. The Moonlight Flower. It blooms once every ten years, for a single night. Its nectar makes the marking process feel like a dream, completely painless. This one, I had been nurturing since I was eighteen, even using my own blood to feed it.

Every time the music started, she was dancing with a different partner, her mother made sure of that. She was finally relieved when everyone was invited to step out into the gardens. She immediately found her friend and told her that she was going to sneak away. “Would you like me to accompany you?” Magnolia asked. “I am only going for a walk to get some fresh air.” She shook her head. “Enjoy the show in your husband’s arms,” she whispered to her before winking. Then, she disappeared into the crowd. Florence used the distraction caused by the fireworks to finally escape her mother’s close watch. She walked away from the crowd as the noise slowly decreased. Even the explosions began to sound

KELANI POV We were still close to the school grounds. We had been told never to venture far because when we next were called to assemble, we would be able to do so without much difficulty. "When the duck is done analysing the plant, which I believed we got correctly according to the description she had given, then the main competition begins," Vesper said. Mrs Periwinkles had said the Lunarbane was a rare sparkling red flower. Upon contact, it warms the hand, and its petals were fragile. So, you need to hold it with the utmost care so they would not fall out.

“We’re starting everything early this year.” She showed me the flat, dark moonflower seeds. They looked like little chips of night sky. “We soak them in water charged under the full moon. It’s an old tradition. Helps them remember the light, even when they’re buried in the dark earth.” She handed me one. It was surprisingly heavy for its size. “A good reminder for all of us,” I murmured. I rolled it in my palm. “The children think it’s magic,” she said. Her voice softened as she looked out the greenhouse glass to where the pups played. “And maybe it is.”

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."