Blood Black Roses Novels & Stories

"This is beautiful '' she murmured, Bohden's lips curled to the side as if telling her it was too soon to decide that. The black flowers had a bright hue of dark blue at the center of it, making it look like an animation. Were they even real flowers? She couldn't believe it, they were so breathtaking and the white porcelain tiles on the driveway added to it. It's only now that she realizes the meaning behind the name and the logo of their company 'Black Rose entertainment company' that name might be because of these flowers around, she concluded.

Jade replied shamelessly, "Oh, come now, they've known each other since they were kids. We're together! I'll let Allen take Rosie's name if that's fine with you." She then signaled for Allen to come over, but Allen did not budge. My mother smiled and said, "I've told you: it's better for our families to not have any further dealings. Stop all your bullcrap and get straight to the point." Jade's expression turned awkward as she said, "Actually, I came to apologize. Please have mercy on us. The Walters can't take this anymore!" "Why not? But Allen must admit that he was engaged with Rosie, and Lydia has been the third wheeler all along."

She blinked up at me, “No, Lady Scarlett, I am still part of the cleaning girls. It’s just that I’m covering up for one of the omegas, Mirren, she’s currently on her blood moon and it’ll last a week.” I nodded at first and turned to go before I froze. Moon blood. My heart skipped a beat. Moon blood came once a month for every female wolf, it had done the same for years. It usually came and owned my body for its time, and yet, I couldn’t remember the last time I had bled. I stood there, frozen to the spot, even as the omega girl hurried off to her tasks. I had finished my last cycle right before my mating ceremony which I never got to do.

She walked over, sat down on a chair, and smiled coldly with an indifferent expression. Jada doubled down on her remarks. "Even though 'Black Rose' is the perfect codename for an assassin, the way you present yourself makes me doubt whether or not you're up to the job!" "Hehe, don't worry. My modus operandi mainly revolves around seducing men and making them loosen their guard. That way, it's much easier to deliver the fatal blow." Black Rose giggled and narrowed her eyes. Killing intent appeared briefly across her face, and she then patted the stool next to her. A loud slam was heard, and the stool immediately shattered into a dozen or so pieces. "But that doesn't mean my fighting abilities

But not like any I’d seen before. It was cathedral-like in structure, the arched roof disappearing into a dusky sky above, streaks of violet and silver from the setting sun casting ghost-light over everything. Climbing vines scaled the walls. Flower beds overflowed with dark red roses, their petals deep and bruised like clotted wine. And nestled among them were black roses—impossibly real, impossibly alive. Like they’d bloomed out of death itself. Reneé stepped to the center and turned, folding her arms.

I look at the box and smile. “These were just delivered for you.” Anna tells me placing the box on my desk. “I swear you two are so adorable. He is literally next door and still sends flowers!” She grins like a schoolgirl on Valentine’s Day. I give her a smile. “Thanks Anna, that will be all.” She nods and closes the door. I untie the fancy red ribbon and open the box to see a dozen black roses. My smile instantly drops. I know black roses are not a symbol of love. I pick one up and it nicks me. The roses are full of thorns. I hiss from the sting and suck on my finger. I search for a card. Once I find it, I throw the flowers in the trash. Then I stand there and open the card.

“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.

Then I see a something black and shiny. Black roses. How did I not see that before? Water from the few drops of winter dew that had fallen before I set out on the hunt, lay comfortably on their petals, adding to its beauty a glint that speaks to my soul. I have seen red roses, white roses, even yellow roses at most corners of the Pack surrounding even at the creek, which I had intentionally avoided going to for the time being, and all these roses held their meanings that all relate to love. But I have never seen a black rose. How excruciatingly beautiful in its darkness, calls to a love that is rooted in one existence, flowing through one’s veins, surging with every heartbeat.

Other than that, Victoria Stephens appeared to be a puzzle that even the emissary cannot solve. “ Y-You owe this?” she asked, trembling. Her eyes are still fixated over the little paradise that’s been hiding under the realm of our dark kingdom. It's the only thing that Alpha Zac requests to have. An artificial paradise all by herself. A man-made river with falls surrounded by black roses. If she looked further enough, she would notice only three different colors of roses. Alpha Zac is seduced by black roses. He chooses that as his symbol. A deadly combination of Death, Tragedy, and Hatred completes his mission as he lay down black roses on top of the burning bodies of his victims.

He replied and waved it in the air. Aiden smiled. “Okay what do we have to do?!.” He asked. “We need a black rose, one hundred candles each with a different color. A blue rose and …” “Liam, hold up!!. Black roses don't exist!.” Helios said. “Neither does blue!!.” Marshal and Aiden said. “The exist!, the black roses Yennefer used are substitutes, she used the blood of a…” “A what?!.” They asked him. “A Brachiopods!.”