Moonflower Comic Novels & Stories

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.

“Do you know if my friend Anna and her parents that were with me at the hotel are okay?” Marco turned his head and looked back at her. “How do you think I knew where to start looking. Ben and I are old hunting buddies. He took care of those men almost single handedly, and only came out with a small gash on his arm.” “Really? I’m surprised they did not sick those dogs they had on him.” Amaris added out loud. At this statement Marco stopped walking and looked back at her with an incredulous look. “Last night was a full moon, and your birthday if I am not mistaken right?”

I went and sat on a chair and listened. "Her ancestors were the first ordinary wolves to be mated to a male lycan. There was once a woman called Nova Wallflower. She was a healer. She was in the woods trying to find a rare herb called Athalas. It was a rare natural antibiotic that she wanted in her collection. But what she didn't know was that she had stepped foot into a dangerous area. No woman should go there alone. She was ambushed by five male wolves all with impure intentions to ravage her. They held her down, but all stilled when they heard a very dark and echoing growl. The growl of a wolf...a lycan wolf. He appeared out of the bush. He was a very big and intimidating man. His name w

The moonflower had chosen her – the one destined to harness its power and bring balance to the world. But just as Luna was about to revel in her triumph, a deafening roar echoed through the clearing. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and Luna turned to see a massive creature emerging from the darkness – a colossal werewolf, its eyes aglow with feral rage. Amelia gripped Luna's arm, a mixture of fear and determination in her eyes. "Luna, we need to defend ourselves!" she exclaimed. Luna nodded, her grip on the moonflower tightening as she braced herself for the impending battle.

Marcus joked along and we all laughed. I looked at Wyatt and Zen and turned back my focus on the three wolves, "The lesser powerful a potion made from a moonflower that is rare to find and only a few know how it looks and what is exactly used from the flower for the potion." I said, making Tanner clap his hands and point a finger at Logan and Marcus, "See I was right!" We all laughed at his enthusiasm. I continued, “The second one grants better results as it is obvious from our week experiment.”

Lucas sat decadently in his dim study when an encrypted email suddenly popped up on his computer screen. It was from the ten million dollar bounty he had posted on the dark web. The photo was blurry, the background an unknown small town in the Northern Territory. Inside a flower shop, a woman was turned sideways to the camera, trimming a pot of white flowers. It was "Moonflower." My favorite flower. Although it was just a silhouette, the hand Lucas used to hold the mouse trembled violently. That familiar outline, that tranquil aura... "Ella..." The chair was knocked over violently.

He was holding a boy that looked just like a splitting image of himself as a child! The woman shielded the boy behind her and shot an adamant look at Cassiopeia. "Mrs. Cadell, I promise that I will be Liam’s only parent. I will never try to take Cadell Corporation from you or your daughter." An uncharacteristic tinge of panic flashed across Lucas’s face as he went up to embrace Cassiopeia and offer an explanation. "Cassie, this is Freya Moore. I slept with her when I was drugged five years ago."