Moonflower Comic Novels & Stories

Lucian’s flames ignited. “Say another word about my child.” Azrael laughed. “You still don’t understand, Lucian.” He raised his hand. The sky turned red. A gigantic blood moon appeared above them. Amara’s eyes widened. “That moon…” Azrael’s voice became almost gentle. “Every cycle had a moon.” The moon began cracking. “But this one…” A golden eye opened inside it. “…has a Blood Moon.” Lucian stared upward. Then the golden light inside Amara suddenly pulsed violently.

Some offered their concern, as if I were a crying child in need of comforting. When my feet touched the soft ground, Rose finally stopped crying. Swiftly, she took control of my body, transforming into a wolf, and ran frantically in the direction Norton had left. I followed her lead. From the moment Norton accepted my rejection, the bond between us had shattered, and Rose could no longer sense Mars. No matter how she tried to catch up, it was in vain. Rose kept running and running until exhaustion overpowered the pain, and we settled under a camphor tree to rest. Before closing my eyes, I whispered to her, "Rest, and when we wake, everything will be fine."

Enough. I knew him. We knew each other too well. One tail-flick, we read the other's mind. Twelve years of fever nights. Burning moons. Staying awake when moonlight sickness took him — pressing my tongue to his forehead, licking sweat until shaking stopped. Twelve years of scars.I went alone into enemy territory. Brought back a Fresh Elk Heart. Proved loyalty with my body. The fang that caught my jaw left a mark that never faded. Every night snow stopped falling, he shifted — that massive ancient form — pulled me close, showed me auroras like he'd kept them just for me.

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?

Kieran asked, scanning the tree line behind them out of old, careful habit, the same instinct that never seemed to fully rest anymore. "Nothing we saw," Victor said. "Though after everything we've learned about the Keepers this week, I'm no longer certain seeing them would be the same as them not being there at all, watching from somewhere none of us thought to look." Marcus, dismounting last, looked more shaken than either of the other two, his hands unsteady on the reins in a way that told me something had happened out there beyond simply finding what they'd gone looking for. "There were flowers on the grave," he said quietly. "Fresh ones. Someone's been tending it, and recently, from the

I got to the most beautiful flower in the garden and watered it because I couldn't afford to lose it. "This flower is so expensive. I heard it's medicinal at some point." Avira said to me and I couldn't help but laugh "Please! Everything doesn't have to be medicinal. Don't touch my plants. Not even the most beautiful one, as I can only pluck this and hand it to the moon goddess alone. It belongs to me and the goddess." I told her. We spent a good amount of time there together and after that, we headed back in. I saw Kieran sitting down in the living room doing nothing and then went to him and sat on his lap.

The face is familiar… But it’s not my face. It’s the face of Nora Moonblood, Luna of the Moonblood pack. Her beauty is ethereal, with high cheekbones, piercing silver eyes, and cascading silver hair that shimmers in the light. My hands tremble as I touch my reflection, the cool glass grounding me in a reality I can’t comprehend. The memories of my death flood back—Cain’s betrayal, Claire’s cruelty, the loss of my pup. My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the edge of the mirror. The pups' voices call out behind me, their worry evident, but I can’t turn around.

“Look. The Blood Moon is already on the rise.” My head snapped up. It was slowly growing dim outside, and the red Blood Moon was rising, as he had said. Soon, I would have no control over my actions. “Call me on my cell if you need me. I don’t care what time of the day or night it is.” “I will.” “Oh, and Wyatt?” His head snapped up, eyebrows raised. “Thank you... for everything.” He nodded once as one corner of his lips curled into a sly smile. “Now, get inside before I have to fight the women off for you.”

He stared at me for a long time. "Okay," he said flabbergasted "Now the werewolf part." Marcus's kitchen smelled like burnt toast and the cedar candle he'd been lighting every morning since his mother sent it two Christmases ago. It was the most normal smell in the world. I held onto it while I talked while I laid the whole thing out in the order it happened. I started from the Alderman Hotel corridor six weeks ago and ended with the alley, the knife and the part where Lucien Blackwood had dropped three storeys out of the dark and put himself between me and Victoria Moretti without breaking stride.

Lyle reached over and touched Amaris to check that she was still ok. Christos, who had been standing back watching the scene, now came forward and looked at both Amaris and Marco. “What happened to you?” He said speaking to Marco. Marco looked at Christos. “I decided to take the tunnel that you came out of and go back to the temple while the gunman followed all of you. I thought that maybe I would be able to get the answers that Amaris needed. When I got there I found that the Oracle was gone and that they were burning the place. While trying to find the Oracle, I noticed all the carvings and the tapestries. I started following them and looking at the stories that each depicted.” Marco looke