Bleeding Roses Novels & Stories

A sigh escapes my lips as dread washes over me, realising I didn't have a coat or an umbrella. Absolutely brilliant. Way to go, Rose. I place my hand on the glass door, knowing that soon I will be drenched. I turn to face the old librarian as she approaches the door, "Goodbye." I say softly, then walk out into the freezing cold rain, the wind whipping at my skin and causing my ebony hair to stick to my face.

A woman with silver eyes and no mouth. She dipped her hand into the blood and smiled. > “The Moonblood rises. The Queen returns. And the god beneath the roots... stirs.”

, I tell myself sighing. I Do same to grow white roses but suddenly rose yelled in her sleep making me flinch and the thorn of the rose stem sting into my palm making my blood flow and soon the white roses am growing turned into red. ROSE!!!! I yell making her sit back totally awake. “What happened?, what I did?”, she states startled and worried. “Why did you yell in sleep?”, look what happened here because of you! I tell glaring at her showing the red roses in my hand.

In her mother's eyes, red roses are the most beautiful flower in her garden. Mayari finally toss the flower, and she suddenly winced in pain as the rose's thorn grazed her soft skin. Her wounded finger started to bleed but she never panic nor she cried for there are no more tears left to be pushed out. She just stared at the crimson liquid as it fell from her finger and stained the puddle below her. Mayari close her eyes and when she opened it, a rocky ceiling met her vision. And droplets of water with a low clink, falling from a hight to the ground filled her ears, anything else was silence.

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

“That’s how you survived. The Moonrose. Tell me—what does it actually do?” He gave a dry chuckle, pride bleeding through his ancient voice. “The roses come in pairs. I have the white one. Kiran has the black—far more powerful, but dangerous. Like soulmates, these roses are bound. Mine has kept me alive. More than that—I am the rose now. I don’t just use its power. I am its vessel.” Without another word, I unsheathed my blade and sliced my palm. Blood welled and dripped into the ceremonial bowl. Rhaegos, resigned, did the same. Our blood swirled together—ancient, powerful, defiant.

She had such a good heart. Then she said conversationally, “You know there’s no such thing as black with blue-tipped roses, right?” My mouth sagged open, before I blinked and shook my head, unable to believe what I’d just heard. “Say what again?” “Roses only come in shades of white, red, yellow and purples or variations and mixes between those. Anything else is artificially created.” Still slowly shaking my head back and forth in adamant denial, I said, “No…no, that can’t be right.”

I looked around to find a note near the vase. #Bribe 2.2: Hope you're still in a good mood after #bribe 2.1. But if not, then these will definitely improve your mood. White rose reminds me a lot of you, y'know. Beautiful to look at, but can make you bleed if you press a wrong button, or wrong part of the stem. XD. Anyways, I'm learning how to prevent it. Hopefully I'll find one without thorns someday. Have a good day, friend. ;)

Liana asked, confused. The student approached the rose and quickly cut her palm. She dripped her blood on the rose. Our eyes widened from being a white rose to blood-colored. "It's the symbol of Queen Raven. She always puts something like this on her victims. Yes. It may look beautiful and ordinary. But you should not let its appearance deceive you. That rose is unusual. When it is shed with blood, from being white, it turns red. When you touch that rose, you will die. It's laced with a potent poison. And the only cure is in the hands of Queen Raven because she made that rose herself. She is also the one who made the poison." The student explains.

As soon as I stepped into the foyer, my eyes landed on Rachel. She hurriedly thrust a bouquet into my hands. When I glanced down at it, I saw that it was a bunch of white roses. However, they were marred by fresh blood, the crimson droplets still dripping onto the floor from the petals. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the gruesome sight before me. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of the roses in a sickening juxtaposition. I recoiled instinctively, my fingers trembling as I clutched the tainted bouquet, my mind reeling with horror at the implications of what I held in my hands.