Moonflower Dw Novels & Stories

I had been free for less than a day when my mother collapsed. Elara Nightshade had always been strong. Even as the wolfen degeneration weakened her bones, she never complained. But that night, her heart gave out. The pack healers worked fast. Their faces told me everything. "The degeneration has reached her heart. Without Moonflower Essence, she won't survive the night." Moonflower Essence. The rarest of remedies. Only an Alpha could authorize its use. Only Alistair Blackthorn had access to the Silvermoon Pack's reserve.

He closed the case with a snap. "You sure you want to go digging in those places? For a potion that could get you arrested by the Alliance if anyone finds out you're brewing it?" "I'm sure." "Must be someone real important you're trying to expose. Someone dangerous." I didn't answer. Didn't need to. The trader studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "Alright. Your coin, your risk. The moonflower essence will cost you five hundred gold. I can have it delivered to a neutral location by dawn."

It smells like the bedroom after Gideon whipped me and made me cum harder than anyone before him. “They're called Moonflowers.” Low mutters as he reaches around me to take the flower out of my hand; he turns it upside down and shakes so the yellow pollen falls into his hand. “They only bloom when fated mates join under the power of a full moon. Fated shifter mates.” He’s speaking softly as he drops the flower and uses a finger to collect the pollen from his palm; he presses it against my neck before I can stop him. I’m instantly filled with a warmth that reminds me of when Gideon holds me, I want to whimper and beg him not to leave but he’s not here. It's fake. It's just the smell making me

But today, her focus was off, and she knew why. It was a Dragon Moon--just not for their kingdom. Rather, the kingdom directly to their north, Hightower, would be forced to make the sacrifice that night. Every time a Dragon Moon rolled around, Nya found it difficult to concentrate, even when it wasn’t her kingdom who would choose someone to be taken by the dragon. Just the idea that the bastard would be flying through the sky, filling the air with shrieks and fire, claiming another innocent life. Even if it wasn’t a citizen from Frindom, it was a person who would be dead soon enough, someone who was blameless, and that wasn’t right.

My breaths were coming hard, and the urge to Mate was strong, stronger than it had ever been before. “The Blood Moon is probably affecting Conner, as well.” A crease formed between Wyatt’s eyes. “Adan, if I may say so, you should be with your Mate right now.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and nodded toward the sky. “Look. The Blood Moon is already on the rise.”

The next evening, I went to the Ravenwood night market alone. The downtown street outside the packhouse had been closed for the full-moon fair. Food trucks lined both sides of the road, neon signs glowed in storefront windows, and young wolves gathered around the training square where blue moonfire burned in metal drums. Moonfire was a ceremonial flame made from silver-pine resin and moon oil. It burned bright and beautiful, hot enough to scar if someone got careless, but it wouldn’t kill a wolf the way wolfsbane would. In our pack, an Alpha danced through the moonfire before choosing his Luna. It was old-fashioned, a little reckless, and ridiculously romantic. In my last life, Kyle had lear

Someone had locked it from outside, which was not a function it was supposed to have, which meant the security system had been accessed, which meant the thirty-second window Fenwick had sold had been used and the four professionals who had come through the blind spot knew exactly which door would buy them time. Elara was on the other side of it. I hit the override at a run. The door took three seconds to respond and in those three seconds my wolf came fully to the surface for the first time since the alley not the managed, directed force I had been maintaining for six weeks, the other thing, the thing underneath management, four centuries old and completely without patience. The door opened.

Then, he found out a black-market witch and obtained a vial of liquid silver laced with moonflower essence from her. The most excruciating death a werewolf could endure. Silver would burn through flesh and bone. And moonflower? It would keep his soul awake for every agonizing second of it. He lay in the bathtub, staring at the ceiling as he swallowed the poison. His body convulsed immediately, muscles seizing, veins blackening as the silver ate away at him. Flesh rotted. Nerves burned. His vision blurred. But through it all, He smiled. “I’m coming, Ava…”

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”

declared my mother. Dr. Amrah came into the ward around 9am. She wore a loose floral gown, exotic heels, and her hijjab complemented her look. "How are you Fetty? " she said while sitting next to my bed. "I am strong. I want to go home." I stated. "You will go home." she replied with a smile "but first, get well too. Hope you've eaten and you've taken the pain killers" she said. " I nodded in affirmation. She turned to my mother and said "The nurses will run some tests then we will know what we are dealing with." "I think I have malaria. Just give me some pills and more pain killers and I'll be fine." I declared. "Well let's run the tests first and see whether you really have malaria." she s