Black Rose Novels & Stories

I look like myself in a way that the white dress alone would not have managed, and I understand, standing here, that this is what he wanted me to see. He wanted me to see myself as he sees me. When I step back out into the room, Aurora makes a sound that is not quite a word, and Sophia blinks too fast and looks away for a second before looking back. "You look like the fire lady," Rose says. I look down at her. "Is that good?" She nods with complete certainty as she finally hands me the rose that she has been holding all this time. "Fire ladies are the strongest ones, just like roses."

I brushed my thumb over the petal and explained, “Why black rose? I want to know.” His eyes were fixated on the rose in my hand as he swallowed before opening his mouth, “Because nothing depicts me better than a black rose. The black rose is a symbolic flower with multiple meanings and interpretations. It represents intensity, darkness, passion, rebellion, and dominance, all of which resonate with my personality. A black rose is also a symbol of mystery, unknown, and unrequited feelings, which perfectly portrays whatever is between us.”

A red rose which shines and clearly emerges into the room because the whole room is black. And everywhere in the room there are black roses and that's why this red rose looks more beautiful. I held my body and, with the force of my right arm, I sat on the floor, then I stood up and walked towards this red rose. It is so beautiful and attractive. I have never seen such a beautiful rose, a red rose with so many petals, about twenty, before. I sat beside it and saw that rose which is so attractive and isn't an ordinary rose. On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past.

Lustre Brown, a lowly omega that was abandoned at birth had never felt like she belonged anywhere until she met Alpha Luca, a powerful alpha intent on doing anything to become the most powerful alpha in Silvercrest. He promised Lustre a life of power and glamor by using her as a sex weapon to bring down his greatest enemies and Lustre easily compiled, grateful to be useful and indispensable. But after she got a mission to infiltrate the most powerful and feared pack in Silvercrest by seducing Alpha Fleki, known as The Rogue to the entire population of Silvercrest, she's soon thrown into a world of high stakes, power play, and bloodshed. And she'll soon realize that this might just be one

I didn't want to see my own face in the mirror, the face of a man who was supposed to be a professional, a ghost, a soldier for a dead man. I sat on the closed toilet lid, my breath hitching as I pulled up the photo on my phone. It was a photo of Rose. She was wearing that red dress, a deep blood crimson silk that looked like it had been poured over her porcelain skin. Her dark hair was a spill of midnight across her shoulders, and those light brown eyes... they looked straight through the lens, straight into the dark, rotted parts of my soul.

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau

said Rose. “I know! Why is this wedding that was fixed on a whim so grand?” asked Seth. “I… I don’t know!” replied Rose, stunned. Red was her favourite colour. Her father had made sure that she always had rose plants in the garden. They both loved tending to roses together. When Lucas fell ill, Ursa and Vanessa made sure they uprooted every rose plant. Vanessa hated roses because they made her jealous. Rose was the Woolridge princess, and she was not. So, why was the whole hall decorated with every variety of rose there was?

The dark rose’s delicate petals on Rosen’s hip were pulsing with a faint, unnatural crimson glow. “The vessel who bears the Rose is required to remain untouched. Pure. Sealed.” Killian let out a short, scoffing laugh. “You honestly expect me to take the Crows’ religious fairy tales seriously?” He still couldn’t fully accept any of it. The entire thing sounded absurd. A male vessel. A sacred rose. Too fucking ridiculous. “The Black Rose is a parasite,” Luken insisted flatly. “A very old, very real symbiotic organism. It feeds on the host’s life force. I can’t say for certain if it grants their kind fortune. But the mark is kept dormant by absolute purity.”

“Desperation made him marry his cold boss.” By day, Adrian Cole is invisible—a quiet secretary in the ruthless empire of billionaire CEO Alexander Devereux. By night, he becomes someone else entirely. Adrienne—beautiful, untouchable, and dangerously desired. It’s a secret life he created to survive… until the night his worlds collide. Because the man waiting for Adrienne isn’t just any client. It’s his boss. Alexander Devereux doesn’t believe in love—only power, control, and legacy. Pressured into marriage, he needs the perfect wife. A flawless illusion to secure his empire. Instead, he chooses a woman who doesn’t exist. His offer is simple. Become his wife. Play t

And now—her mouth looked dry and cracked, her face bruised and swelling, and her body all skin and bones. My lips shook with pain, "Moana!" I slipped into place beside her, my trembling fingers following the curve of her cheek. She winces away from my touch as she desperately gasps for breath. "No, no, no, don't you dare," I breathed, smoothing her hair. "I'm your Scarlet. You're fine, you're—" I broke down as I knew It was all a lie. I closed my eyes as I stifled another sob. We weren't fine. We weren't.