Moonflower Dw Novels & Stories

He drawled, pulling his head back as if it was the most shocking thing in the world. I could feel myself getting angrier at his line of questioning, but I had to remember to keep my cool. He had the advantage in this situation, since I had no constitutional pack rights as yet. The beads chimed and the shopkeeper emerged from the back. She and the man nodded at each other before she looked at me. She had five beautiful stalks of the moonflower in her hand. Each had big, heart-shaped, dark green leaves and sturdy, slightly thorny stems, along with white trumpet-shaped blooms.

She plucked several, ignoring the sting as the sap touched her skin. Last was moonbloom, a delicate white flower that only opened at night. Its scent was soft, floral, deceptively gentle, but extremely potent when mixed with the others. She gathered three blossoms, careful not to bruise them. The combination would work. It had to. She rubbed the crushed frostleaf along her neck, her wrists, the collar of her shirt. The cold scent burned her nose, but it dulled the warmth of Kaelan’s scent almost instantly. She smeared duskroot along her arms, grimacing at the bitterness. Moonbloom, she tucked into her pocket; she’d need it later for the spray.

“That son of a bitch, Felix swooped in like he knew when it would go on sale. I guess those Warhammer contacts are treating him well.” Dark bloom roses were used almost exclusively for relaxation mixes and hemp was used as a carrier since werewolves tended to like it better than a mix with tobacco. Devereaux Botanicals had to be a new werewolf brand. Mordecai chuckled, “Felix has connections to Matt, but we all know that Matt and Ben don’t see eye to eye.”

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?

I kept it precise the way I kept most things precise, because precision was a tool and imprecision was a liability and I had not survived nineteen days in a northern corridor tracking vampire reconnaissance by being vague about who I was and what I was doing there. I was Silver Dawn. Field investigator. Four years of clean work and a handler who trusted me because I had given him reasons to. I had a theory about Highcliff Hold. And I was about to test it.

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

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.

"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.

"The roots." "The weed is grown on the moon of Franca. The roots are dangerous to a Dagerstanteen when ground up and mixed with liquid. They fed the potion to the alien, and that kept him sick and still. They said he was in pain but could not move." "Is this it?" JP held up his glass tablet. A picture of a giant yellow flower flickered on the screen. "Yes." Norwell sat back in her chair. "The Ply Weed looks like a sunflower from Earth."

"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?"