Novel & Cerita Moonflower Dw

Aria's POV The night before your first shift isn’t supposed to feel like a funeral. But as I stared into the cracked mirror above my dresser, all I could see was someone who didn’t belong—especially not in a body destined to become something… more. Outside, the moon was already bleeding red. A full blood moon, rare even in our kind’s lifetime. The elders whispered about omens and ancestors and destiny. I just wanted to make it through the ceremony without embarrassing myself.

The pay was minimum, but the expenses were endless—her own needs, her siblings’ schooling, contributions for the household. “Flor, I’ll go ahead. Don’t forget the resume, okay?” Elaine reminded her as she packed up. “Got it,” Flora Amor replied, tidying her things and retouching her makeup before heading outside. Standing by the entrance of MOA, she debated between booking a Grab taxi or a motorcycle, finally deciding on Grab. “Flor? Is that you?” She froze. A man stood a few steps away, eyes wide in disbelief. “Oh my God. It’s really you! You look gorgeous!” he exclaimed.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Maurice's POV Two weeks later, Natalie, Mr. Mark and I headed to the Flourish Holdings. It all seemed like a family affair as Mr. Fidell came with his son as well as my mom, who stood as a representative for Blossom Incorporations. I felt uneasy when I saw Marvin Hobbs and his team. ‘Was today meant to be a rollercoaster?'

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