Moonflower Dw Novels & Stories

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?"

“.…How about the flower that we were selling in Visma Nation?…has they been doing well over there as well?..” “The Flower….they are already flooding the entire nation by now…everyone were excited by it.”.(Special Agent Marisko) The Flower is a code name for a new addictive drugs that the A.C.I.A had made to do a lot of things, and one of it were to destabilized an entire country by making it’s population become addicted and thus plunged the entire nation into chaos. The Flower actually comes from a Yellow color flower, called the Dragon’s tongue, it has the same effect as cannabis, but with a tad heavy effect of long span hallucination and calming effects, those that use this new type of cig

Liam asked. His father sighed. “According to what we could get out of the younger son before he fled was that the venom was almost euphoric. It made him feel like he was indestructible, like he could do whatever the hell he wanted without consequences. We think the venom is almost synonymous with cocaine or meth. That’s why we imagine the younger son did what he did. We were trying to take him away from that...euphoria...and he wanted to stop us.”

Smoke hung in the air, and the room fell into a breathtaking silence. Luna floated, her body bruised and battered. Just as the flame had begun, the smoke moved into her nostrils and began to come out in a rhythm. The amber light surrounded her, moving around like fireflies; it flew above her and stung her in the forehead. Luna's scream echoed around the room; the light passed through her, and from every part it took, scarlet light emitted from it.

Jason forced himself to look up, to meet his own gaze in the mirror above the sink. His eyes were starting to shift. The color was deeper, warmer. Different. Oh god. This can't be happening. Not today. As he stared at his reflection in horror, voices drifted through his door from the corridor outside. Students talking excitedly about the final preparations. "Did you hear about the flowers they're using tonight?" one voice said. "Moonflowers. They brought in crates of them this morning." Jason's blood turned to ice. Moonflowers. He knew exactly what those flowers did, what effect they had on scent blockers and chemical suppressants. They enhanced natural pheromones, made it impossible to hide

"Here, take my hand. Even if you fall, I'll be there to help you stand back up again" His Flower's Point Of View The thick stench of blood was strong in the smoke filled air. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent. My instincts had me gagging, maybe too loudly. Another scream echoed from not too far away and I squeezed my eyes shot, willing the horrifying sound of pain to disappear. A small sound of desperation escaped my parted lips and I froze in my position. That was loud. More loud than I thought it would be.

"We're stopping this now." Emory quietly cleared his throat. "There may be one possibility." Every head turned toward him. "It's experimental." "I've never attempted it." "But we could investigate potential antidotes." He hesitated. "The drug's primary natural component is moonflower powder." "The rest consists of synthesized compounds." I immediately opened my laptop. "If moonflower is the active ingredient..." "There has to be a botanical counter." Hours passed. Book after book. Digital archive after digital archive. Nothing. Until... A title caught my attention.