Moonflower Comic Novels & Stories

she said, voice shaking. “Oh, but I do,” he said softly. “The Moonfire doesn’t awaken in mortals. It’s a gift reserved for gods — or their vessels.” Nova’s vision blurred. The shadows swayed. She staggered, clutching at her chest as light burst behind her eyelids. The world tilted—and then vanished. She stood in a field of endless night. Above her hung no stars, no moon — only darkness thick as smoke. But out of it rose a soft glow, forming into a figure cloaked in silver and shadow. The air shimmered around her, humming with the power of a thousand storms.

"Let the moon see you." I stepped into the circle. The moment the moonlight hit my skin, the shaman began circling me slowly, mumbling something I couldn't understand. She stopped in front of me and pulled a pale white flower from a small pocket I hadn't noticed in her robe. "This is the moonflower," she said. "It blooms only at night." She threw it in the bowl.

It was the special container I had commissioned to preserve the Moon flower herb—the rare, miraculous plant that could repair damaged wolf. Three years ago, in a rogue wolf attack, in order to save Alaric, my wolf was seriously injured and could no longer get pregnant. This Moon flower herb is the only hope to repair my wolf. I had spent three years tracking down and paid ten million dollars to acquire this herb. Alaric had insisted it would be safer to keep this herb in his Alpha office safe. But last week, he claimed that this herb was stolen during a rogue wolf attack. Eliza's eyes gleamed as she opened the box, gasping dramatically at the sight of the glowing blue herb inside. "Oh, Alari

"I'll get to the point. What herbs were you looking for?" "Moonflower. It's a flower that only blooms when the moon is out. Its petals are bright and attract fireflies." Alan asked some more questions after that, but he wasn't able to find any holes in Olivia's story. "I apologize for what happened before this, Dr. Ophelia. Mr. Maxwell is a little quick-tempered. You'll be rewarded handsomely if you heal him." Olivia frowned. "I don't care for any rewards. I just want to be set free. Who are you people?"

Rosemary says as she flies toward me with her hands stretched out to take the flowers from me and the spiders follow her to my location. The Wolf People warriors show up in their full werewolf forms and aid their Chieftain in ending the spider horde. The werewolves toss the spiders into the trees, rip their legs off, and burn them alive with the fire from my childhood home. I take the luna lilies from my hand and set them on fire before Rosemary's eyes. A loud screech echoes from her lips and bounces off the tree tops. The spiders flee into the woods, and follow the Ghost. Her sudden desire to flee, proves that the luna lily flowers are valuable. But she doesn't know that I have more than on

Surprisingly he didn't deny it, just how naive are you kid, what if I was someone with bad intentions. "Great." Whatever the case may be, I was satisfied with just helping him. "I'll direct you." I grab his hand and lead him to a clear view of the moon light. I had already prepared for emergencies just incase, there was something I was working on, and although am not certain if it would work perfectly like I intend for it too, I was still determined to try it. On arriving under the light of the moon, I point out to the wide empty valley. Right there was the flower I had created, they were called Moon Flowers. "You see this plant, from now on, it will always bloom whenever you're lost at nigh

The moonflower lay in Rhea’s palm like something too fragile to carry the weight of a life. Maddox stared at it from the doorway of the old Luna corridor, his face pale beneath the hard lines of control he always wore like armor. Dust drifted in the narrow bands of light coming through the high windows, and the room around them seemed to wait with the patience of old stone, old secrets, and old vows that had not been allowed to die. “I have seen that flower in my dreams,” he said again, though this time the words sounded less like a statement and more like a confession he had not meant to give.

“The texts say the Bloodmoon Mark doesn’t come from nowhere. It comes from somewhere. Somewhere that’s been waiting four hundred years for the bloodline to come back.” The crack stretched a little wider. The not-shape inside shifted, and for a moment, just an impossible moment, I felt something that wasn’t fear and wasn’t quite recognition, but almost both. Relief. Like the other side of that door had been waiting, not to take from me, but to welcome something home.

A laugh escaped me. I looked around, and my gaze came to rest on Maya and Warren. "You want proof? Then let me show you proof." As I spoke, I moved closer, and while they weren't watching, I scattered the pollen of the moonshadow flower over the two of them. In an instant, Warren's wolf surged awake.

As soon as we got home, I collapsed on my warm bed and lay there ruminating on the day's events. The evening was warm and I paced to open my window gazing at the moon for a moment. The same lunar mother that had cursed me with this gift that would see my father going to all ends for it. I had seen it all and I was no longer willing to see how far my father was willing 5o go in order to have me transform. I sat on my bed. I had a horrible headache from smelling the smelly strange herbs the snake spirit had blown in my face. I still shivered. I was still shaken by the day's events. And to think being a wolf blood and seeing my family transform still does not scare me as much as when I saw th