Blood In Roses Novels & Stories

Would you like to draw a picture for me ? The existence of An, the garden. Looking at all the plants here, and I approached a bunch of thorny roses. The rose plant thrives in lush and colorful flowers. I see this rose with thorns, this is an ordinary rose. It is red, but there are roses that are as red as blood. All the plants that I see here, have their own uniqueness. I stare at the rose in red, I stare at it and stare at it until it doesn't blink.

They came far after Erebus began to feed the rose by dropping blood on its petals, and the rose grew more and more of a bloodred scarlet, somehow looking enticing and delicious. Suddenly, Erebus stopped where he was, looking horrified.

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.

“Back away from the wall!” He didn’t hear me. Or he heard, and didn’t care. His eyes were locked on the ocean . on the crimson storm twisting itself around one figure like a crown. Clara. Except this wasn’t Clara. This was something ancient wearing Clara’s bones. And she was looking at Ares like he’d come home. The wolves crawled backward, ears pinned. One of the generals whispered under his breath: “Not magic… this is god blood.” I wished he hadn’t said it, because the moment he did, I felt it too.

"It’s the red rose again," I whispered, staring at the single blood-red rose lying in the middle of the shattered glass. My pulse pounded in my ears, a chill creeping up my spine. "Adrian… why do we keep seeing red roses these days? Do you think… someone’s trying to send us a message?" Adrian stepped closer, his gaze hardening as he studied the rose. "A message?" I nodded slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from the ominous flower. "Yes. And whoever it is… they’re willing to go to extreme lengths. We need to be careful."

The farther I move, the more the blood, till I’m welcomed by a large pool of blood. Luna Sarah. Her heart, just like Aurora’s, is ripped out. And she’s lying in her blood. Her eyes snap open. They’re fixed on me, every inch of them covered in black ink. “Rosie,” she croaks, blood spilling out of her mouth when she coughs. “Why did you do this?” My eyes fly open and I let out a blood-curdling scream that makes my stomach cramp. “No, no, no.” This can’t be right.

Zane says, as he brings my pointer finger down hard on a thorn before making my blood drip on top of the rose. I sniffle my cry, and pull a deep breath into my nose as I feel my nose leaking from crying so much, and I see Zane and Alec pricking their fingers with the thorns on the rose before pouring the drops of blood on the rose. I watch as our bloods mix on the rose, sealing my new fate. Alec laughs as the look of horror washes over my face while staring down at the bloody rose. I don't understand this. Are they playing a prank on me? If so, this is a very twisted prank.

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish