Black Rose Wars Rebirth Novels & Stories

“I know but I also know I’m not wrong.” She explained that Cohen’s mating bond was reconstructing in his mind, the white roses appeared on Mira’s grave and the unnamed tombstone. When someone was resurrected from the dead, white roses was the first sign of such an event because white roses were the sign of a new start. Resurrecting a dead person also meant it was a new start for that person.

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.

" Let's just fix your wife." I said with a sigh as I powered up my Rosepast. My eyes turned dark red as I held my hands in prayer to my lips " Rosepast." I whispered into my hand, the skin under my collarbone moves apart as a red glass rose glowing purple appears. I lifted my forefingers and middle fingers to create a triangle. The middle petals of the rose start to rotate as the triangle lights up in a purple flame. " Let the past be seen." The middle petals of my Rosepast stop rotating as the outer petals slowly start expanding.

The dawn broke with molten gold, casting its glow upon the sanctuary's high towers. Where ruin had once crept like ivy, warmth now bloomed. Flowers sacred to the Saphiren Clan, sunfire blooms and dusk orchids, grew where none had rooted in decades. The sanctuary pulsed with life, but the flames of rebirth demanded more than celebration, they demanded purpose. Arla-Rosa stood at the altar of the Flamewell, its waters simmering with ancestral light. Behind her, loyalists prepared for the first official gathering of the Saphiren Council since the purge.

I blamed you for what happened, for the life I lost. Camille gasped after hearing that. She grabbed a buzzer to get a doctor as it was clear something terrible was happening to Katherine, but her hand stopped in the middle of the move when she heard another word. - I was reborn.- Alpha whispered. Those words were challenging but also so refreshing. - The Moon Goddess brought me back, giving me the chance to fix my mistakes. And I was doing good, knowing your moves, I could prevent them. Camille was watching her with the wide-open eyes. Was this possible? Was Katherine brought back to life?

He lay on my bed with a grim expression, the crimson blood from his tail soaking my blanket. Looking at the web of wounds covering his body, I subconsciously reached out, but Thalyx pushed me away with a fierce look before my fingers could touch them. "Don't touch me." His cold eyes were filled with disgust, and he raised his head proudly as if he were the owner of this room. "I-I need treatment. Give me the medicine, and I'll repay you many times over in the future." Seeing Thalyx's arrogant expression, I knew he had been reborn like me.

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

"No Antonov! I can never let my baby go, and I don't think she can too seeing she came back to me" "That girl in there is not Scarlet" "It's her. You didn't see her eyes or the way her finger clutched onto my dress even when she was barely alive. She recognized me, Antonov. The sea took her from me, and it's brought her back to me. She has to live this time. I will not allow her to die". "That is not Scarlet, Elde. You need to come to your senses. I took care of Scarlet all my life... "

It was such a beautiful moment that when I went down on one knee, I actually shed a tear! I grabbed the bouquet of the black roses from my side and smiled evilly. The black rose is a mysterious bloom that can convey many meanings. The color black has often been synonymous with death and mourning and is usually used at funerals. But black roses do have more meaning as well. They can stand for the beginning of new things and major changes. Dear darlo, I assure you that nightmares will become your reality. It will dance in front of you and with you constantly. It will also sing a lullaby for you in your sleep. It will never leave you alone.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.