Moonflower Bud Novels & Stories

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.

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."

“It’s a bit temperamental and difficult to grow. It needs the right conditions—particular soil, the right amount of sunlight, and careful watering. But when it’s in full bloom, it’s stunning.” I paused for a moment, letting the words settle between us. Alexander didn’t look like he was in a hurry, so I decided to continue. “This flower," I said, carefully examining the bloom, "has a unique characteristic. The petals are dark, almost black at the edges, but the deeper hues of purple are rich and vibrant. It’s called the Midnight Flame because, in the right light, it glows, almost like it’s alive with passion.” I took a breath and let the calm of the garden surround us. “It’s also known for it

The words burst from me, a surge of triumph making me scramble toward the edge of a rocky ledge where a lone, silvered flower bloomed in the sun. He was beside me in an instant, his expression softening with a gentle regret. "That's a Silverwink. A close cousin, but not our blossom." He pointed to the leaves. "See how the edges are rounded? The Moonless Blossom’s leaves are pointed, like daggers." Disappointment washed over me, sharp and cold. Of course, it wouldn't be that easy. Pushing myself back to my feet, I brushed the dirt and grit from my knees.

Avery asked about their trip to Raven's Peak, and Adeline and Adam both began to excitedly explain what they saw. "We saw the most beautiful night flowers, Aunt Avery!" Adam exclaimed. "They were called 'Luna Blossoms,' and they were this gorgeous shade of purple. And they smelled like honey!" Adeline chimed in, "Yes, and the Luna Blossoms are a type of flowering plant that only blooms at night. They have these delicate, star-shaped petals and..." Avery's eyes began to glaze over as Adeline and Adam continued to explain the details of the Luna Blossoms. She held up her hand, laughing.