Blood In Roses Novels & Stories

Blood spilled onto the paper just like it did a few seconds ago with her. But that was not the surprising part, our blood drops started moving towards each other and pretty soon formed a big red drop of blood which quickly turned golden and disappeared in the form of tiny stars. A gasp was heard. I turned to see Rose with her mouth wide open, she quickly realized I was looking at her and closed her mouth with a small smile. "What does it mean?" "It means you are my niece," Celia wiped the tear and before I knew it, hugged me tightly.

*** 🦋 *** 🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 I found myself wading through a sea of crimson blood, the sticky liquid sucking at my feet with every step. The metallic scent filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. I trailed after the blood, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of where it would lead me. As I followed the trail, I suddenly came face-to-face with Rose. Her eyes gleamed with hatred, and her smile was a cold, calculated gesture. But what made my blood run cold was not how she looked at me, but what she held in her hands – the severed head of Nikita. Blood dripped from it, forming a small pool on the ground.

Her fingers trailed through every one of the dark inks, Nails crawling with an intoxicating feel as they traced hard lines of muscles like she was tracing sin itself. He groaned deeply, the sound low and guttural as he bucked his hip like it could keep him grounded. Her pupils narrowed hazily and her lips pouted “You have a rose on your chest” she mumbled. “I love roses but this one seems to have tears on it” “It's Blood, dolcezza” He corrected, covering it out of sight with a palm when her countenance paled with horror flashing. “I hate blood, it smells, it's a disgusting and scary sight—it's as if the nerve cells in your brain stop working even by merely sniffing it” she retched then colla

“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.

Stephanie yelled as she looked into the box. "W-what? What's wrong?" Khloe asked before she looked in? There was a rose, a single Rose, but it was unlike any she had ever seen before, it had black petals and was placed in a small puddle of blood. Another thing that was strange about this rose was that it was burning, but a very low burn like at any moment it would go out" And it stunk, real bad. So bad she had to take a step back. Stephanie lifted the rose from the box, "Are you crazy mother? You'll get burnt!" Khloe yelled horrified but was shocked when it didn't hurt her, however, half the petals turned to ash and disappeared into thin air,

The blood in Roses, an organization built and funded by Harry just so he could enact his long plot of revenge. An organization that took several lives, both within and outside the organization, an organization that strives to reach medical and technological advancements, not for the good of the country, but to be used and facilitated for his sole desire to seek revenge against his brother.

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

It’s quiet, but it’s not the silence that freezes me. A fresh batch of deep red roses sits in the vase, each stem perfectly arranged. I haven’t touched it today, and my siblings know better than to mess with the flowers. The anger in my veins thins into something colder. I inch closer, and my fingers graze a petal. Near the edge is a small, darkened smear that’s barely visible unless you’re looking at it. A sniff reveals its blood. Fresh enough to stain and faint enough to almost miss. Whoever cared enough to change the roses got cut in the process of doing so.

*Bang* Red Rose kicked a Blood Golem away from her and dashed towards another to her right. Her eyes gleamed sharply as her red hair swayed in the wind, carrying the scent of blood. The Blood Golem that had gained her focus pushed forward fearlessly, knowing nothing of the thing called death. Without any hesitation the Blood Golem leapt at her, pulling back its arm and delivering a powerful blow that aimed to smash the war general of Intersection into a meat patty.

Diego exited quickly before I could ask more questions. I inhale deeply, trying to calm my rapid heartbeat. I am here already. It's too late to back out. May as well see his boss. I smile as I wait, surrounded by blooming roses. Their delightful scent fills the air. I lean closer to one red rose and inhale its aroma. "Hmm, your scent is beautiful," I whispered. It's a blood rose—soft, dark petals inviting a touch, though the thorns are vicious. I was about to touch it when I heard someone clear his throat.