Moonflower Comic Novels & Stories

It didn’t hurt like I had thought it would, but then again, he wasn’t trying to pull out of me. He slammed the lid of the toilet closed and carefully took a seat on it. I could feel his eyes burning into my skin as I traced the flower tattoos. “Moonflowers,” he said softly. “It’s what you called them. You always brought me one when you visited with your mom while I was healing.” I blinked at him. “They grow in the forest near Reeves’s house.” I leaned forward, trying to study the tattoo closer, hoping it would help me remember. But nothing happened. There were no flashbacks like there had been when I entered the room upstairs.

*** RED MOON PACK (Home Of The Warriors) ***ALPHA RYKER*** I sipped my coffee as I flipped through the papers. A picture of White Moon Pack appeared with a little story about how they healed a woman with a damaged bone. I closed the newspaper and tossed it away. I needed something different. Something that wasn't about Blue Moon and White Moon, all the time. There was a gentle knock at my door and my ears perked up. “Come in,” I ordered. The door opened and my beta, Miles, entered. He bowed before me as a way of greeting me before blessing me with the details of what we had successfully won this time.

As the last of them skittered away, Damien turned his predatory gaze back on Kiera, baring his fangs hungrily. "The Blood Moon has graced me with a rare beauty to bear my heirs," he leered, beginning to disrobe. "How privilege it will be to make you mine in every way, little Luna." Kiera's heart pounded as she shrank back against the ornate wooden frame of the nuptial mattress. This domineering brute was truly the stuff of nightmares. Before she could formulate a plea or retort, Damien pounced - his sheer body weight pinning her effortlessly as he wasted no time claiming her.

I screamed, desperation clawing at my throat while tears slipped down my eyes. He turned his back to me. "Tomorrow, you'll sign those papers,and I have a huge surprise waiting for you, you can't wait to see it," he said, his voice cold, detached. "And our bond will be broken." He added with a huge smile on his face. The door clanged shut, as he disappeared with the guards. I was trapped in there while everyone was busy celebrating the moon ball. I was alone, fear crept in at the words Alexander spoke to me.

Dad decided to tell the story himself after that, at this point, our mother had also made her way into the sitting room, staying at a good distance from our father. “Micah, along with three of his extremely stupid friends, decided that it was a brilliant idea to attempt to steal from the mafia lord.” Dad thundered out and I flinched as his words settled over me, and I glanced down at Micah who refused to meet me eyes. That was honestly the stupidest thing a person could ever think of doing. And since when did Micah begin to steal?

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov

He hated when his father was right. “Well, everything went in that book. How to kill vampires, werewolves, the fae, sirens, shapeshifters, skinwalkers, Wendigo’s, demons, you name it. If we had encountered it, it would have been in the book. We had the original copy, and they wrote copies of what we had written through the night. We gathered some pretty cool information.” “Like what?” Liam asked, intrigued.

“The… moonflower.” A low laugh rumbled from his chest, dark and cruel, though tinged with pain. He loosened his hold just enough for her to breathe easier, his other hand dragging down her stomach, reminding her how thoroughly he had claimed her. “Moonflower,” he repeated, savoring the word. “Rare and dangerous and can be found In Dylen's garden.” She tilted her head back, too drained to resist but too proud to look away. His eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, wild and burning with both lust and fury.

Moonflowers are a rare herb used mainly for their healing properties against wolfbane poisoning. "Morana, we should head back," my best friend Hazel called out from behind me. "We still haven't found anything, Hazel," I said. "We need at least two flowers for the assignment tomorrow, in case you forgot." "Fuck the assignment, it's scary out here," Hazel said, walking towards me. I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head. "We might have found it if you didn’t whine so much." I mumbled as my eyes continued scanning the bushes for any sign of moonflower leaves. She groaned and began searching.