Amy Rose Dead Novels & Stories

"How is that even possible? Rose is dead, Kayla." She shook her head, her brows bunched in her confusion. "I don't know, but I saw her just as I'm seeing you now. Didn't that Warrior man's girlfriend come back from the dead? Maybe this is Rose's chance." Alex continued to stare at Kayla, sure that what she hoped for was far from the truth. He wasn't sure how the Warrior's girlfriend came back to life, but he knew he saw Rose buried, and had performed the Recapturing Ceremony to draw her power into themselves. Regardless of what Kayla saw, Rose Tillery remained dead. Still, how was he to explain what she witnessed? A vision? Hallucination? Things just weren't making sense. He reached out and

Rose retorted, feeling even more useless. "Do you have any idea of who killed Ashley?" Rebecca asked again and Rose slowly nodded her head. "It was a female. I couldn't see her face but her build was perfect and the same as Raven's and Drexa's together." Rebecca said nothing and out of fear that Rebecca didn't believe her, Rose exposed her wrist and moved it towards Rebecca's lips. "Feed on me and go through my memory." She offered. Hesitantly, Rebecca grabbed her hand and sank her fangs in it.

Gradually, she picked up a little rose and brought it to her nose, inhaling the soothing and fresh fragrance of it, she brought it before her gaze, and instantly the red rose turned a pitch black in her arms, and slowly, it faded into ashes and the specks of dust flee across the sky. "He was never like a rose, always been dark" she scoffed and picked up a sunflower, putting it into her basket with a smile. "It's either you come out or I came you" she turned sharply and her eyes flashed a furious shade of gold and a being appeared before her. Skin pale as the dead, pupils whitish and, hair pale, she frowned in contempt. "You are repulsing, Dya" The dead flesh scoffed. "I try to survive, Maye"

*Boom* Red Rose summoned all the strength within her body into her legs and pushed off the ground, exploding towards Village Head Samoa with so much power that the eyes of the undead which were not meant to show any emotion, narrowed in stern surprise; yet there was an even creepier reaction that took Red Rose’s focus away from Village Head Samoa’s eyes. For a maniacal smile that should have been impossible of an Undead, graced the lips pf the former general, and his bloodthirsty aura grew stronger. *BOOM*

The blood in Roses, an organization built and funded by Harry just so he could enact his long plot of revenge. An organization that took several lives, both within and outside the organization, an organization that strives to reach medical and technological advancements, not for the good of the country, but to be used and facilitated for his sole desire to seek revenge against his brother.

Joanna was worried about losing her wealthy boyfriend, so every day she changed her tricks. One day, Jeffrey had a hangover and had just returned home when he received a call from Joanna. The woman on the other end of the phone had a gentle voice, just as he liked it in the past. "Jeffrey, something happened in the rose garden." Jeffrey became sober at once. "What happened?" Joanna paused for a moment, trying to be mysterious. "I saw the roses growing green leaves, are they going to bloom?" Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there.

Then my door flies open aggressively and Felix is pulling off my sheets. "Hey!" I yell at him, tugging the sheets back but of course, it's no use. He's too fucking strong! "You need to wake up and prepare for tonight," He says, impatiently before grabbing my arm to make me sit up. I rub my eyes again, still sleepy but now I'm also annoyed. "It's hours away. Why can't I have one more hour?" Felix doesn't look happy with me but I'm too tired to care. "Because there's a lot to go through and if this doesn't go right, you will be killed, Rose! Or does that mean nothing to you?"

‘Hey why are you walking like the dead ones’? ‘The dead ones?’ ivory asked with question marks all over her face ‘what are those, are they zombies’. ‘I don’t know what zom…be is but the dead ones are an army of dead people created by dark witches five hundred years ago, the dead walks pretty slow but one scratch from them and you’re one of them too’ Natasha explained. ‘Definitely zombies’ ivory murmured. ‘So why are you walking like the dead ones’ Natasha asked. ‘Would you join my team, I’m creating a team with whom I would go to Buklime Mountain with to go gather some herbs and more importantly the ice lotus for merit points’

echoed in my head again and again, tearing at what little pride I had left. But what could I do? He was Lucas Rodriguez—untouchable, arrogant, and dangerous. Tessa rushed in and wrapped her arms around me, guiding me back to my room. I was still crying when my phone began to ring. I sniffed, forcing my voice to steady, and answered the call. But the moment I heard what was said, my heart stopped.

But I still styled myself as a widow and presided over this simple ceremony. In a filthy, chaotic back alley, he had shielded me as we narrowly escaped death, telling me not to be afraid. On the day he first came into possession of his own turf, he had held me and spun wildly around a dilapidated dance floor, paying no attention to the music. On our wedding day, he had guided my hand as it traced the tattoo on his chest. It was my name. I raised my hand and touched the cold tombstone. John walked up to me with a box that contained a withered rose.