Night Owl Roses Novels & Stories

“Can you get one for me?” Rula turned to Rondolf. "I will grow it at home and sell it," she said. No matter how beautiful the gardens in the Capital Ondalle Haven were, Rula had never found a flower that would glow in the dark night. "Technically, it belongs to NorthWulf, my domain," said Rondolf slightly arrogantly. "I rule all of northern Lew-Longdon." Rula chuckled. "You're a rich man," she said to Rondolf. "Then just one stalk for me won't make you poor, will it?"

"Sheila, it doesn't matter to me. I've already made my choice. You. Only you." As Orion released me from his embrace, the night enveloped us like a soft, velvet cloak, its darkness tinged with the earthy scent of pine and the murmured secrets of the forest. In the distance, a lone owl hooted, its call adding to the mysterious melody of the night. Above, the moon hung like a silver crescent, casting its ethereal light upon the clearing where we stood, highlighting the strong contours of Orion's face and the intensity in his gaze.

“Oh my god, Isaac.” Overnight, the garden had been filled with Moonlit Roses. Unlike regular roses, Moonlit Roses glowed under the moonlight – hence, their name. Werewolves often used them to express love, and because they were so unique, these flowers were also fairly expensive. To my knowledge, they cost at least a thousand dollars per bloom. And now I was staring at an entire garden filled with them, a breathtaking sea of velvet petals swaying gently in the breeze.

I never could have prepared myself for what I saw. Mason was sitting on his bed, and the Omega that gave him a seductive smile at school, was sitting next to him. Masons' head shot up, his face filled with panic. 'Mate has been marked by that she-wolf. 'REJECT HIM!' She screamed. My eyes wandered to his neck, where I saw it. She marked him. I was in shock. I couldn't do anything but stare at the mark.

Iris said, watching him move through the garden with obvious familiarity. "As I know them." He paused beside a bed of flowers that resembled nothing she'd ever seen—blooms that shifted color with each breath, petals that seemed to be made of crystallized moonlight. "This one Eleanor cultivated specifically for my needs. She called it Rosa eternis—the eternal rose." When he touched the flower, it responded with a note so pure and beautiful that Iris felt tears spring to her eyes. The plant's glow intensified, and its voice joined the chorus with what could only be described as contentment.

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.

The next morning, the manor's backyard buzzed with activity. Gardeners moved with purpose, their hands carefully planting moonlight roses freshly gathered from the Dark Forest. The air was thick with the scent of earth and blossoms, and the soft murmur of voices carried through the garden. "These moonlight roses are stunning," someone remarked, awe evident in their tone. "Even in the Dark Forest, they're rare. I've heard Alpha Sam dotes on his mate, but this... this is beyond expectations."

Maybe it’s just the atmosphere! “For you,” he adds. He takes my hand and places the flower in it. The flower looks like a rose, but instead of red, its color is white. “It’s called Queen of the Night,” he informs. “It only blooms once every one or two years. It’s a nocturnal cactus.” “Okay,” I say, staring at it because I don’t want to look at him. He takes another step towards me and then takes my other hand. With his proximity, I forgot to breathe and I make the mistake of looking into his eyes, and now I am trapped in it.

Rosa is greatly surprised when she catches sight of her mother who's among the group of women. “Mom, what are you doing here?!” she exclaims happily. While one of her mother's hand holds Rosa's, the other one rubs her cheek. “There is no way your father and I could forget such a special day. We may not have been there for you for a long time, but we will be here from now onwards.” she says as she hugs her. After chatting here and there with her mother, the preparation for the evening start. There's a bath prepared for Rosa and the essence used is extracted from moon lilies grown especially for this occasion. She knows the scent is familiar because that's how the moon goddess smells like.

The quiet of the locker room felt oppressive now, and she could almost hear her own heartbeat in the stillness. With careful fingers, she tore open the envelope, her mind racing with possibilities. What was this? Who would leave something like this for her? Inside, she found a black rose—its petals wilted and fragile, as though it had been picked long ago and left to die. Its deep color seemed to draw all the light from the room, casting an eerie shadow on the paper beneath it. Olivia’s breath hitched as she carefully picked it up, her skin cold as she held it in her palm.