Amy Rose Death Novels & Stories

NATHANIEL STORM “They found Rosaline yesterday,” Ray informed as he sat next to my hospital bed, which I was annoyingly confined to after my injured knee acted up. “He killed her. Murdered her. Brutally.” “She’s dead?” Hearing that felt weird. Like it was a lie. “The detective I spoke to said he killed her in a fit of anger, and that’s not all.” My frown deepened. “Sarah saw it happen?” As Ray nodded, my heart shattered even more. “God…”

I pleaded. Every weak, helpless cry from the recording pierced her heart. She looked at Caleb with bloodshot eyes and screamed, "Enough! Turn it off!" She covered her ears and sobbed. … Rosalie had only indirectly caused my death, so the law cleared her of guilt. But she alone knew the truth—she was the reason I died. On the day my body was buried, heavy rain poured down. Rosalie was stopped outside the funeral home. She tried to rush inside despite the security, but Mom drove her away.

The walls were closing in. “Fuck!” I roared, slamming my palm against the wall. The sting grounded me for half a second. The phone call still echoed in my mind. “Rose didn’t make it. She died that night, Benjamin. I’m sorry.” The night of Julia’s attack. The same night everything exploded. And now Rose was dead. God. God. I dropped to my knees, eyes burning, throat tight. Tears came before I could stop them, thick and hot, pouring down my face as my hands trembled. “She did this,” I whispered. “Julia… she planned this.”

I had held her as her pulse faded, felt the warmth leave her body, watched her eyes lose focus. This wasn’t real. But she stood there. Hair tangled. Skin drained of color. Metal biting into her wrists and ankles, forcing her forward like she wasn’t a person at all. Romano stumbled, the sound that left his throat breaking apart. “Rose…” Dagger leaned back, watching us unravel. “Funny thing about death,” he said. “It doesn’t always stick.” I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My dead mate lifted her head slowly. And looked straight at us.

He opened it and pulled out a rolled up newspaper and a single white rose attached to it. “Hey, look what came to the office today,” he said with a winning smile. Sierra approached the bed and took the newspaper. She unrolled it and read the article that was circled in black marker. It was an obituary for Colton Anderson Rhodes. He was twenty four when he died at a hospital in Versailles, France. “He’s… dead?” her voice cracked involuntarily. “Dead and defeated,” Raphael laughed and picked up the white rose. “This is a sign. Now that they don’t have a leader anymore, his family’s asking for a truce,”

Not something Eclipsa would choose but I'm guessing choices are limited in wherever they are. "I love you guys. Please tell them when you see them. I love you all so fucking much. It hurts." "I'm sure it does. But you'll be fine. Anastasia, you need to finish this. The alpha won't believe you, so you've been gathering proof. It's in the roses. Check the roses. Okay?" I pulled back, and her thumb brushed over my eyes. "You've always been different from us. We're here with you, Ana. You can get to us whenever. I'm not sure how. There's something different about where we are. We're dead, but also trapped somewhere bad. But I know we're with you."

Rosaline Summers… Alora had been working for Sean for two years, and she vaguely remembered hearing someone mention that name once before. She seemed to remember that this girl, Rosaline Summers, was quite special to the boss too. Unfortunately, she died in a tragic incident whilst still at the peak of her youth. Alora had never found out exactly how that girl with a special place in the boss' heart had died. Now, she finally knew. Even so… she did not believe it. Jane was too proud of a person to do something like that. It was beneath her. Alora raised her hand and rubbed Jane's head. She did not ask Jane why she did not try to explain to Sean and prove her own innocence.

Mary lamented for their death as if they were her parents because they treated her like family when they were alive. Prince fainted. He never thought he would lose his parents on the same day. When he was revived, Mary and Collins consoled him. Their deaths wasn't an accident, it was an assassination from an enemy. They were both shot in the head. Prince felt how Rose's parents felt when they lost their precious daughter.

He glanced at me, his eyes unsure. “What is it?” I stood up and snatched the paper from him, faster than he could blink. ‘Rose Blackwood is dead. Her grave is at Kennedy Cemetery. Stop wasting your time.” The paper slipped from my hands and dropped to the ground, just like my hopes.

"So Rose escaped then. Let me speak to her." "Rose… she's dead. Killed by Hazel when she tried to stop her.” Hezell's voice sounded like someone in pain, but the look in his eyes as he said those words was unfathomable.