Mystical Flower Cookie Novels & Stories

"So, what's wrong? How it'd happened?" "The healing potion manufacture has become quite slow due to the main source of the healing potion being stolen.” "What's it? Yellow Flower?" Cole's eyes bulged as his mouth slack opened. Yellow Flower was a magical wildflower and useful for a healing ingredient. Not many knew about it as not many people knew the exact whereabouts of it. The flower was also located in the highest polluted forest where monsters lurked around and some could be found around the monsters' nests. Hence, it was a valuable item that one could possess.

The smell inside was heavy with crushed leaves and ground roots. “Do you have moonflower powder?” I asked the old man behind the counter. He studied me for a moment, then turned to fetch a small clay jar. I handed over the money, my hand already twitching to move faster. By the time we regrouped at the inn, the sun was fully up. We cleared the kitchen table, spreading out the ingredients, Lily’s Bloom, moonflower powder, ground silverleaf, and a vial of morning dew Emily had somehow managed to get from the wellspring.

I grabbed a bouquet of red and white rose flowers and also decided to get Aiden's favorite cookies before I started walking towards the counter and gave the items I bought to the sales girl. “Everything is $45,” The sales girl told me and I nodded, bringing out a $50 note from my small purse and gave the money to the sales girl, and she helped me pack the flowers and cookies.

“Because the mystical flower is meant only for a woman’s body, not men. So, only woman can pluck it." "Oh." "If you want it for a man, then that's the wrong flower for you.” “Huh?” “What?” “How do you know that?” “Because I read." "I know that. I'm talking about the mystical flower?" "Because I study herbology and read about the mystical flower before.” “Oh. Yeah. I know that.” Eric was crossing his arms together. “Sure. Sure, you know.” “What does that mean?” Eric frowned. “Oh, you know. If I was those other women, I’m sure you wouldn’t even ask me how I know. Because you know me well enough to not even ask.”

I took out the flour and placed it on the table. "What about the flowers? We were working on that before the warriors came." My hands that were already reaching for the chocolate stopped midway as the realization that I was cutting flowers before the warrior came hit me. "Oh shoot! I forgot about that. What should we do?" I asked, turning to face her in panic. But Trisha only responded with a laugh. "Don't worry Luna, I'll ask an omega to finish up with the Flowers. "I'm sorry, or can we finish up with the Flowers first before making the cookies?"

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.”

He tells her. She lets out a squeal and does a little dance in her seat. I call it her happy food dance. I look around, and everyone is smiling at her. There is a sealed dish on her tray with something in it. She squeals again when she opens it. There are four large cookies with some type of cream in the middle. Nate asks Ms Amy what they are. I know for a fact that Ms Amy has just made a new best friend. The cookies themselves are chocolate mocha with raspberry almond cream filling. She pops the top back on and starts eating. I hear a growl, and we look over. Tyler is trying to get himself a cookie.

My body was already fragile, worn out from the emotional and physical toll of the past days, and now someone was toying with me? As I reached for the doorknob again to close it, something caught my attention. A sharp, peculiar scent. Sweet, yet spicy. Oddly familiar, but...wrong. My eyes fell to the porch, and my breath hitched. A bouquet of Moon Flowers. Only, they weren’t the crystal white ones that gently glowed in the dark. These were black. Deep, glossy black, shimmering under the pale daylight like polished onyx. They didn’t just sit there—they loomed, almost alive in their stillness.

I’ve got this recipe for cookies that I’ve been dying to try out on someone special. I was lucky that he still trusted me. Thankfully he didn’t realize I was stoned out of my mind when I asked him. That afternoon, I went to the chemist and got three packets of Double Strength Tylenol®. Lucky the shopkeeper had no idea what I wanted to use it for. I started baking as soon as I got home, adding at least 800yuan worth of hash to the mix. Within an hour I had ten super cookies sitting on the kitchen table.

I said. I could hear the soft crisp laughter from across the phone. "No problem. I'll still tell you anything." An hour later, I had made more lemon crinkle cookies than I expected. Rose, Jasmine and Violet had just gone through a series of nosebleeds almost simultaneously, so I made the cookies to make them feel better. They ate their fill, but there were still two jars left over. Gloria refused to eat more, suggesting I take the rest of the cookies to the packhouse. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to share.