Moonflower Murders Novels & Stories

the doctor reported. Moonflower... That’s a contraband item. How could it still be found in our pack? "Moonflower poison?" Lorenzo growled. "Is there anything you can do to save him?" The doctor shook his head dejectedly. "I'm afraid not. Moonflower poison is extremely deadly, and there’s no cure for it..." Lorenzo didn’t let the doctor finish his words before he landed a slap on my face. My brows furrowed and my mouth fell open as I stared at him, wondering what I had done to deserve that slap.

Another brutal crime scene. The killer struck only on full moons, leaving behind the victims so deformed that even the most seasoned officers had to turn away, their faces pale and drawn. Five bodies in six months, all torn apart like they had been mauled by a wild animal. No fingerprints. No murder weapon. No witnesses. And now, the case was hers. Evelyn exhaled sharply, steeling herself before walking back inside. The precinct smelled of stale coffee and sweat, the air thick with frustration and fear. She could feel it in her bones—the weight of the city’s dread pressing down on her.

So I can just pick it and exit this scary place as fast as I can, her eyes darted among the plants But to her dismay, the flower wasn't there. “Fuckk it's not here”, she said bending to inspect the flowers. “Well… this bloodroot might still be useful.” she plucked one, tucking it into her pocket, before pushing forward. Moments later, her chest swelled in excitement. There it was, the almighty moonflower standing proudly in the midst of the undergrowth. She smiled like one who had hit a jackpot. She plucked it carefully, the flower, and was inspecting it when a loud growl made her freeze.

She can't help but cry once more. THE stunning flowers in his rest house's garden astounded Cuhen. This was his perfect sanctuary with his beloved fiancée, Florae. Until Don Hernandez murdered his mother and fiancée, Florae. He'll never forgive the old man, and he'll seek even more restitution for what he's taken from him. He was not in the Philippines when his mother and fiancee were murdered. Her mother was hit twice in the chest. Meanwhile, three blows to his fiancée's head; their wedding was only two weeks away. Fuck!

Proof. This wasn’t just revenge anymore. This wasn’t just about humiliating Nico or outplaying Veronica. This was murder. They’d murdered the life inside me. And for that, I would burn them both. When I finally opened the door and stepped into the hall, the lilies looked less like flowers and more like evidence—petals too white, stems too stiff, arranged to mask the stink of rot. I walked past them without looking back.

‘The blow might have done it already but the murderer choked her anyway just to make sure. ‘So, do you see now why I think the murder was urgent? The inspector shook his head impatiently. ‘What about the murder weapon?’ ‘We found a brick on the other side of the sidewalk just outside the back door of the victim’s room. The brick actually formed the boundary to a flower hedge. There is no surety about that, though. It simply may be out of position. I have sent it to Chandigarh along with the pillow for further analysis. We will get the results by Tuesday.’

"My mother lied to me. Eleanor lied to me. My entire childhood was built on—" The front door burst open, and Simone rushed in without knocking—a privilege she'd earned over the past months as Maya's best friend and the inn's unofficial co-manager. Her face was flushed, her braids wild around her shoulders. "You need to see this," Simone said, breathless. She held up her phone. "It's trending on every local news site. Someone leaked the story about the Moonlight Cove murders, about Victor Strand, about everything. And Maya... they're saying Eleanor was involved."

“We’ve secured Ms. Morrison. She’s in the vehicle, en route to your location now. But I do have something for you to know.” My stomach dropped. “What?” “We did a sweep of her apartment before we left. Came across something in her bedroom.” “What kind of something?” “A white lily. Single stem. Left on her pillow.” The world tilted. White lilies. The same flower Victor had left on my father’s hospital pillow. A Friend. That’s what the card had said. “He was in her apartment,” I whispered. “We’re pulling building security footage now,” Marcus said. “But yes. Someone was in there. Not long ago. The flower was fresh.”

As Heath is about to argue, I hear from behind, “Sorry for the delay. I had to access our new security system. It took me a moment to remember the steps. My name is Dr. Moreno. I understand we are in need of some medical records?” Councilman Charles is the first to speak, “Thank you, Dr. Moreno. Yes, we are here to investigate the death of Rose Clark, mother of Tina Clark, Luna of Golden Frost. We also understand there was another death around the same time of a man who was tortured most viciously.”

"How could you even think that about me? Yeah, I survived, but I was a victim, too. And now, just because of one photo, you're calling me a killer? Do you have any idea how much that hurts?" I swallowed hard, my voice breaking. "I said I probably fell asleep around 10 PM. I never said I was sure. My head was spinning from the altitude, and I wasn't clear. And come on—I'm just one woman. How the heck could I take out five grown men?" Alex's stare locked onto my face. "Yeah… doesn't seem likely." Just then, the coroner walked in with a fresh report, the pages still smelling like ink. He handed it straight to Alex.