Black Rose Blooms Silver Novels & Stories

“You okay, bro?” “Never better. Take a closer look at this rose. What do you see?” I asked him, waving the half-dead burnt flower in his face. “Just a burnt flower and an odd cousin. Are you sure you are, ok? You don’t seem so” He was being overly concerned. I walked around the table and ended up standing right in front of him. “Take a second look!” I insisted in an even more persuasive tone. “Okay, I’ll help you a little. This burnt flower, as you call it, is my next victim,” I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals.

She tilted her chin up and straightened her spine, looking at Holly with a victor's poise. To Holly, it looked utterly ridiculous. Sabrina watched the two, let out a sigh, and approached Holly with a complicated look on her face. Cecilia could not resist adding her two cents, feigning concern. "Ms. Douglas, there's no point in being upset. Holly has always been like this, always using her looks to get ahead. She's fooled more than a few." Holly could not bring herself to meet Sabrina's eyes, murmuring an apology, "I'm sorry, Ms. Douglas, I-"

Just as I was going to admit that I didn’t know either, another more sultry voice cut in. “That is where you went off too. You realize when you go out you have to in fact stay with the people you have gone with at least until the first drink. It is rather rude otherwise. Huh Kael?” The man that stepped into view was dangerously handsome. His Jaw was set stern. His dark blue eyes were tinged with red. Like the red was trying to hide. His clothes were cut to fit only him. He had a blood red rose pinned to his jacket. Kael had turned to look at the dark mystery man. His brows furrowed. “I don’t believe I learned that custom Cadogen, my apologies.” A smile was dancing on Cadogen’s lips. He walke

Harett went on a pilgrimage and climbed ten thousand steps to obtain a talisman for his lady! [Mr. Harett had a diamond ring custom-made and is looking to propose soon…] Freya tightened the strap on the wooden box lying out in front of her and smiled bitterly. Magnus was doing everything she had done for him in the past. Very well then, Magnus. She lowered her eyes and went through the humiliating ritual of putting away everything she worked so hard to get for him in the past. This included the lucky charms she gathered and the dance shoes she bought when trying to learn to dance for him.

She asked, this wasn't a unusual request and I loved seeing mama Rose so I agreed to as I gathered my things. The drive back to the diner was more quite then normal as the radio wasn't even full blast and was more of a whisper. We didn't talk much as we both seemed to be thinking of what happened. Dropping me off at my truck Scarlet waved by and I watched her drive back towards home. Something caught my attention on the window wipers of my truck, a red rose and a note. I opened it half expecting some bullshit joke to only seem a single sentence and no name. See you tomorrow. Was written in amazing green ink, I wondered who left the note and rose but pushed it to the back of my mind thinking

Red, white, and pink roses bloomed in profusion, their fragrance so thick it was suffocating. Roses had always been my favorite. Fenris had once planted an entire garden of them for me. I was surprised to see they were still perfectly tended. I began to prune the withered branches, but my body quickly gave out. Before long, the Silverthorn Toxin began to act up again. The familiar tearing pain returned to my chest. A warmth spread across my face, and blood trickled from my nose. I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand, but it only flowed faster.

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.

Her voice was too smooth. I looked at the chest. “What’s inside?” I asked. “A charm for protection, Princess.” She answered. I felt Roses stir at my hip, wrapped against me in her sling. Her tiny fists clenched as if she knew something I didn’t. A faint glow around my neck gave a faint pulse, like a heartbeat answering hers. I was told it was a pearl and it could pulse anywhere in my body. Mara stepped forward. Too close. And then, Roses cried. Not a soft whimper but a shrill, panicked scream. The pearl flared, white-hot light spilling from it, so bright Mara hissed and dropped the chest.

“It’s a rogue. I smell a rogue.” I smelled my mate. Why would a scout be taking the head front in this confrontation? Your Silver should be, not her. “Hello, Alpha King!” a feminine voice, appeared behind the door, flipping her long black hair around. My wolf howled inside. “Mate? Mate!!” As she walked in, a sense of weakness rushed into the room and the Blue Bloom Alpha fell on one knee. “Silver!” That’s when we saw it, on her hair were particles of Silver. As she flipped it, it spread and infected the air, choking on all who breathe it in.

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”