Moonflower Novels & Stories

The cool air burned against my skin, but I kept going. I have to save Ronan. I owe him that much. --- The air grew thinner as I climbed the jagged slope, rocks biting into my palms. Somewhere at the peak, it was said a rare flower bloomed only under moonlight. Lunaris Noctis, the Moonshade Lotus. A flower born from sorrow, thriving only where the living dared not tread. It was the only thing powerful enough to anchor a soul between life and death. I reached the summit, chest burning, lungs aching. The hilltop shimmered under the light of the full moon and there it was.

He asked as his gaze lingered for a moment on Lillian’s flushed, beautiful face. I stepped forward and answered flatly. “This is Clara, our head botanist and a respected elder of the pack. And her daughter, Lillian, our head healer, whom you….remarked upon earlier.” “Ah, the healer,” Kael said, with a slow smile on his lips. “Yes.” His attention then shifted to the shelves of plants. He moved toward them with a genuine interest as he examined the specimens. He pointed to a plant with a silvery, wool like leaves. “This is the one. Moon - blossom. It is said to only blossom where the moon’s magic is strongest.”

Soren's eyes widened in amusement. He watched Violet glance at the other plants and herbs too. "Not just Fang Plant... I know about all of these. This one here is wolfsbane. This is starlight moss. This one is Moonbane. Luminbloom. Cold Cryson and this last one is the Valkiren flower." She finished and looked up at Soren to find the color of his face turning yellow in amazement. "How do you... It's fantastic, Violet. Very good." He patted her head like a kitten's. "You didn't go to school when these were being taught. How did you learn about them."

Most of the time, he just clutched the wedding ring in his hand, murmuring one name over and over— "Rena." The only time his dull, vacant eyes showed a flicker of life was when young wolf pups came to the lake to play. Then, he would lift his head and stare at them in a daze as he whispered, "Our children… Rena, look… it's our children!" The wolves of the Blood Moon Pack all said the same thing. "He's lost his mind." Most of them would curse and spat behind him. "Serves him right." The one who cursed him the most was Carissa.

Terrifying. We reached a small clearing, and I froze, my breath catching. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak, was a patch of Moonshade flowers—rare, delicate blooms that only unfurled under the light of a full moon. Their petals shimmered like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the dark, and I stepped closer, mesmerized. “Gods,” I whispered, crouching down. “I’ve never seen them in person.” Lucien paused beside me, his presence warm and solid. “They’re special,” he said softly. “Their scent changes with the moon’s phases—jasmine tonight, but by the waning gibbous, it’ll be something sharper, like clove.”

Next to the sketch, his handwriting listed the identifying markers one final time. Silver-veined leaves. Pale blooms. Grows only where moonlight touches dead ground. Do not confuse with nightthorn—the flowers are similar but the leaves are black. Nightthorn will kill you. Moonvine will save her. Simple as that. I tucked the paper into my jacket pocket, right against my chest where it wouldn't get lost, and took my first step into the forest. The change was immediate.

Kaynon asked, curious as to why it was not common knowledge for all wolves to know the remedies for silver. "It's an herb that no one would think of to work against silver. Though I'm not sure if it grows wild this far north. Lemon Verbena, the humans use it in their cooking, but it'll help slow the spread but it won't neutralize it completely. We'll have to trust her wolf is strong enough to fight it off." Ciaran explained. "How has no one heard about this?" Kaynon asked. "It was only recently discovered by another wolf's mate that lives within my pack, she happens to be his half sister." Ciaran informed, Kaynon nodded in understanding.

Love, Grandma Beth” “Well that was a cryptic one. Even for Grandma Beth.” Amaris thought. Grandma Beth had always preferred to call her princess when they were alone. It was why Amaris used to dream she was a princess when she was a little girl. She would make tall paper cone hats and use her towel as her princess cape. Grover even gave her his handkerchief once to use as her veil on her hat. She may have out grown the desire to play dress up but not the desire to imagine herself a real princess. Amaris put the note into her pocket and quickly sniffed the strong floral smell of the lupine. They were her favorite wild flower and could be found in some of the meadows up on the mountain. Grandm

Avery asked about their trip to Raven's Peak, and Adeline and Adam both began to excitedly explain what they saw. "We saw the most beautiful night flowers, Aunt Avery!" Adam exclaimed. "They were called 'Luna Blossoms,' and they were this gorgeous shade of purple. And they smelled like honey!" Adeline chimed in, "Yes, and the Luna Blossoms are a type of flowering plant that only blooms at night. They have these delicate, star-shaped petals and..." Avery's eyes began to glaze over as Adeline and Adam continued to explain the details of the Luna Blossoms. She held up her hand, laughing.

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."