Moonlight Flower Novels & Stories

"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?"

"May I? Hunter says gesturing to my mom. I nod. Watching him as he approaches. Hunter puts his hand in his pocket and takes out a small box. He opens it and inside are tiny delicate white flowers. I inhale through my nose. I'm surpringly shocked at how strong they smell for such tiny flowers. A smell unlike any flower I've ever smelt before. Unique. "Our pack believes that once we die we need a gift for the moon to cross over. Females take moon flowers and males take moonstones" "Petite fleur de lune" I whisper with wide eyes. I stare at the tiny flowers in wonder and amazement realising why my father called me after them. "We traditionally place the flowers in hair and the stones in a hand"

I could feel it in the air between us—thick with emotion, with meaning, with something ancient neither of us could name. Then, slowly, Kane reached behind his back. I blinked, confused for a moment—until he brought his hand forward. He was holding a single flower. Not just any flower. A moonflower. Its white petals glowed faintly in the moonlight, delicate and perfect. The edges shimmered as if dipped in starlight. It looked like it had bloomed just for this moment—fragile, beautiful, and rare. Moonflowers didn’t grow just anywhere. They were sacred. Said to only appear when the veil between worlds was thin… or when the Moon herself gave permission.

And even from here, I could see the faint, ethereal glow pulsing from within it. The Moonfire Orchid. I picked the lock on the glass door and slipped inside. It was a simple mechanism. Likely because Lycans relied on strength, not finesse. The air in the sanctuary was warm and thick with the scent of ozone and blooming jasmine. And there, in the center of a raised stone dais, grew the Moonfire Orchid. Its petals were pure silver, glowing with a soft, internal luminescence that seemed to breathe. "Leo," I breathed, tears pricking my eyes. "I found it."

And then, there it is. The flower. It glows in the moonlight, crimson red like blood, its petals shimmering with an otherworldly light. It grows from a crevice in the rock, fragile and beautiful, the only living thing on this barren peak. "The RedMoon," Gracia breathes. I reach for it carefully, my fingers trembling. The petals are soft, warm despite the cold. I pluck it gently as many as I can, wrapping it in cloth and placing it in my pack.

They pushed the soil back over the grave, packing it down firmly. Aria reached into the deep pocket of her cloak. From the medical wing, she had brought a small, damp canvas pouch. She opened it, revealing a cluster of delicate, dormant roots. It was the bulb of a Moon-lace flower—a rare, resilient plant that only bloomed in the deepest cold of winter, its petals glowing with a faint, bioluminescent silver light in the dark. Aria handed the bulb to Sienna. "Plant it," Aria murmured softly. "So he is never in the dark."

LILA Evening spread across the Packhouse in wide strokes of silver and blue. The air cooled, I stayed in the garden with Mara, the ground beneath us soft from the day’s work. The moon climbed slow over the ridge, pale and full, washing the rows in light that turned every leaf into glass. The crescent beds glimmered as if carved from frost. I knelt beside the central circle with the last pouch of seeds and loosened the drawstring. “These open only under moonlight,” I said, holding out the small white kernels. “Moonwort and night jasmine. They bloom when others sleep.”

I will do the stupid Hide and Go Seek in the woods. ‘Thank you. And Sugar?’ “Yeah?’ ‘Whatever happens during the ritual, don’t run and don’t fight me.’ ‘Excuse me?’ He doesn’t answer. I pace my room. The once full blood moon is starting to become a waning gibbous. I always preferred a waxing gibbous. My chest is tight and it feels as if something is trying to claw its way out. I look away from the window and instead sit on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I barely slept because of the strange feeling.

Flowers blooming with the light of the sun. My eyes open wide. I have never seen something so beautiful! “These flowers are called ‘Night Phlox’ and ‘Moonflower'.” Thalia explains with a gentle smile. “Two different types of night flowers bloom here that cause the ground to light up. I figured you would like to see something like this.” Thalia and I sit for about an hour, absorbing the serene beauty and the tranquil ambiance of the glowing pasture. She tells me stories about the flowers, and we share laughter under the starlit sky. The magical scene feels almost surreal, like a dream I never want to end.

That was something that I would never let slide. When she stabbed me in my side, I already knew that she had drugged me. Fucking Moon Flower. It was a rare flower that only grew in the mountains once a year. It was a blue and white flower that looked like an orchid, but in the center, it had a yellow circle that glowed like the moon itself. That was what they used when they kidnapped me, and Oscar was so kind as to explain what to do if I was drugged ever again. Still, I had to let her think that I was clueless, that she had won, and that I couldn’t move a muscle.