Blood And Roses Daniel Novels & Stories

Daniel explains. Alexa laughs at what Daniel said. “You must be drunk,” Alexa said “No Alexa, it is true,” Daniel explained “No, you are tricking me. You, Isolde and Arthur,” Alexa said while laughing Daniel stood up and got a knife from his pocket. He cut himself. Alexa got alarmed and looks at her bag to get a tissue. When she got one, she immediately pull Daniel beside her and put the tissue in Daniel’s wounds then she see that she has blue paint in her hands. Then she take the tissue away and saw that Daniel’s blood is blue.

He closed his eyes, feeling the sharp, unexpected pain radiating through his body. It felt like all the blood cells in his body had frozen. His breath gave off the same cold steam as when he had been in the forest back then. “Your curse is spreading faster than I thought. Drink my blood first.” Daniel took out a short sword when he forced himself to open his eyes and sliced open his palms until thick red blood oozed from the wound. He was exhausted by the time Daniel drew closer to him, forcing him to drink the blood. Daniel rubbed the top of his head while still asking him to drink the blood that tasted sweet on his tongue.

Completely different from Logan, whose brooding presence and sharp edges seemed to dominate every space he occupied. The girls around us murmured with envy, their eyes flickering between me and Daniel. I could feel their admiration, their unspoken wish to trade places. “Daniel,” I said softly, walking toward him. He smiled, his expression so genuine it made my chest ache. “For you,” he said, holding out the roses. His voice was like a balm, soothing and steady. “Thank you,” I murmured, taking the bouquet. His timing was perfect, his presence a welcome escape from everything else.

Her heart even seemed to lean more toward Daniel now. David found her heartless for betraying him like that. "Are you so unhappy to see me that you can't even say a word to me?" He strolled toward Rebecca while ignoring Daniel, who stood beside her. In the end, his gaze settled on the roses she held. That intensified the raging fire in his eyes. Roses? How could she accept roses from Daniel? If David wasn't worried about scaring the girl before him, he would've dumped the bouquet of roses into the trash can beside him now. He clenched his fists and locked eyes with Rebecca, who gulped nervously.

If she could just find a way out…. A loud click. She spun. The door behind her creaked open. Not the hallway door. The panel behind the bookcase. A man stepped through the narrow passageway, dark curls damp with sweat, a gun in one hand, blood on the other. His shirt clung to his sculpted torso, open down to the middle of his chest, smeared with soot. But it was his eyes, those ice-blue eyes that rooted her to the floor. Alonso.

Everything smells like rosewater and smoke. I pause beside a mirror. My reflection stares back, but there’s something off. I lean closer. The tilt of my head, the shape of my mouth, the line of my shoulders—it’s all right, and yet… wrong. Like I’ve seen this face on someone else. It’s me. Of course it’s me. But my stomach tightens. I force myself to look away. That’s when I see him. Daniel, standing at the far end of the corridor, dressed in black, shadows curled around his shoulders like a cloak. He holds a bouquet of roses—blackened, wilting, soaked in something that drips down his wrist.

The Riders parted down the middle, and she passed through them, then flung herself into Daniel’s arms. His hand wrapped around her head and his other arm tugged her close to him. “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.” His cloak draped over her shoulders, then Agamori nodded to the men to leave. When Daniel’s hand slid to her cheek, Rosemary noticed the blood as she pulled it free and grabbed for the other hand. “Oh, Daniel! What happened to you?” He backed her out of the stables and shook his head. “Nothing, it’s not my blood. I won, we won.” He balled his filthy hands and rubbed his lips against her cheek. “Why are you out of bed? You need your rest.”

his mom death and anything. Jack was like a brother to him and Daniel definitely didn’t want anything bad to happen to him! Then as in the midst of chaos and dance of macabre of life and death, Daniel gaze fell to something that lay on the sheet. It was something red but not blood but… A… rose petal? He must have taken it, feeling more confused and scared now. How did Jack choke on a rose petal??