Red Moon Philodendron Novels & Stories

Half the greenery looked like it had been flown in from planets I hadn’t visited yet. There were blood-red orchids with petals shaped like razor shells, wide-leafed shrubs beaded with silver dew, and slender vines that glimmered an iridescent blue whenever they rustled. A spindly tree in the corner bore fruit the exact color of fresh bruises. None of it matched the polite hydrangeas and ficus I’d grown up seeing in garden-center catalogs. Renaldi watched me spin in a slow circle. “You look puzzled, Miss Lorraine.”

They've stepped a bit further away from me, and I find myself staring at a rare purple flower with attractive seed pods. Mr. Reid, misunderstanding my rapt attention on the flower as interest, steps forward. "Rhodochiton! It's one of my favorites to grow in the greenhouse. It's a unique and beautiful flowering vine," he says, smiling at me. I clear my throat and offer a small smile. Mr. Reid takes my smile as encouragement and continues to share information about the flower. "I've always been fascinated by its climbing habit," he explains, launching into a detailed description of the plant's characteristics.

These are my Mom's memories, memories that always remind me of my true origins. "Mom, I had no idea Brother still had these memories." I smile a little as I remember what Jack said about Alcander, and the eternal petunia in his secret room. Unlike my eternal rose which is made of pure gold, Him's eternal petunia is made of red jade which makes the petunia he has a blood red color. Yeah, it fits Alcander's personality very well.

I notice the exquisite red A necklace that hangs from her neck, and the color compliments her skin so well. I turn to Mr. Adair, and to say the least, he's perfect. He's so tall that I have to slightly lean my head back just to stare at him. He could easily be around 6'3. I wish I didn't make eye contact with him, because that 6ft man dressed in a dark blue Armani suit is drop dead handsome. Now that I can actually take a look at him, he's hands down the most handomest man I've ever seen.

Empty. But on the floor just beyond the doorway was another letter. No footsteps. No sound of retreating. Just the wind and the letter, like it had been dropped from the sky. Hands shaking, she picked it up. This one had no name. Inside was just one line: > You waited too long. Elara’s breath caught. She looked outside. And for the first time, she saw the sky was no longer gray. It was red. A deep, unnatural red bleeding across the clouds like someone had spilled blood across the heavens. And there—rising just above the tallest rooftops—was the moon.

Once every thousand years the red moon goddess chooses a young wolf, their bloodline and place in the pack didn’t matter, on their first shift, they will know who they are, they will know that they were chosen for greatness. The red wolf will unite the clans, bring together the Alpha’s and restore peace to a dying race, that was the legend. They were said to be the most beautiful of creatures, and her children will grow to be leaders, the strongest of their race.

"I was surprised like you too when I found out…Mom said the name was peculiar to just me, due to the circumstances revolving around my birth." "The red moon," Dad completed, his face buried to the ground. "Yes…maybe he too was born under the red moon," I shrugged. "Maybe…maybe not," Dad said to himself, completely lost in thoughts. "What do you mean Dad?" He looked up to stare at me, his eyes hard to read but easy to tell when they were worried. "Children born under the rotating phase of the red moon do not have any unique abilities or what's so ever, like how the elderlies always make it look. The red moon is merely a natural occurrence where the earth moon is in a total lunar eclipse."

Slowly. Hecate tried to speak. Had to clear her throat. “Is he... is it full penetration?” Bella spat the words. “Not vaginal. He keeps saying she has to wait until the new moon—says he needs her virgin blood to complete the goddess-making ritual. But he’s doing other things. All while she screams for him to stop.” She broke down again. Go get your father. We need him, I mindlinked to Rowen. He vanished. A minute later, Devin was bursting through the trees. His face said it all—he already knew.

She has porcelain skin, lips as red as blood, and a pair of emerald eyes. I inwardly gasped when I realized that it was her sculpture I saw earlier. "Enchantress..." Ayla uttered in awe. An enchantress is said to have a pair of emerald eyes and porcelain skin. But what really made them distinct is the mandala flower tattooed on their forehead and at the back of both their hands. It is said that it was the Moon Goddess who gave them the mark. "Why do you all look surprised? Aren't I the one you searched for?" she asked.

Rose then after talking to her parents and introduced them to Alex, opened the wine bottle, poured it in the glass, sprinkle some wine on the graves, and has a sip. After wine, she took out a bunch of red roses from the carry bag and started decorating it on both of her parents’ graves. “Rose you brought rose flowers then chrysanthemum?” “My parents love red roses, especially my mom. She was very fond of red color, and red roses are her favorite. In fact, I inherit her most of fondness and habits, therefore, I also love the red color and red roses the most.” RED ROSES…….. RED ROSES……..