Blood In Roses Novels & Stories

Roberta took my hand in hers and led me inside the room to a table at the corner, beside our children's cribs. There were a bunch of red spotted flowers on the table. As we got close enough to look at them, I noticed that the flowers were actually plain white roses. They had only appeared to be spotted because of the drops of blood that were sprinkled on them. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I reached out and swiped the blood with my right index finger. I brought it up to my nose and took a huge whiff of it. I searched my mind to discover if the blood smelled familiar to me in any way.

"Each plant is fed with vampire blood mixed into the soil. It sustains them and gives them their unique properties." "They glow." "Blood magic manifests in different ways. These roses have been cultivated for centuries. Some say they remember every vampire whose blood fed them." He stopped beside a fountain where water ran red over black stone. "This place is a secret. Only few are allowed entry." "Why bring me here?" "Because you should see beauty that comes from darkness. Not everything touched by blood is terrible." He gestured to a bench beneath a willow whose leaves hung like silver curtains. "Sit.”

Especially since they weren’t connected to their main roots. Firmly, I placed my hands on Bahm's extremely hot chest, where the veins seemed to stem from, and laid the roses on the floor next to me. My hands hovered over him and the roses to my side, and I begin summoning my Dark Magic. I sucked the hazardous and venomous poison out of his body and transferred it to the flowers, all while stealing their own essence of life. The poison did flow through my body, but it did me no harm as it left swiftly.

For the bright future of Voneveir. It is for the greater good. Walking at a pace faster than usual, clanging sounds of his garments could be heard hitting each other. On a fine day when the sun was so bright and shining above, birds chirping with their singing sounds, he saw the sight of the most beautiful flower he ever saw… covered in red with her own blood. Hands wide open… as if she accepted her fall. "R-Rosan…"

she asked unhurriedly. Hearing that, Anathea simply curved her lips. "There were never any pink roses. They were all the white ones from before." "What?" A flash of surprise crossed Giselle's eyes. Evangeline was stunned for a few seconds as well. But upon observing how the rose stems had turned from green to red, realization dawned on her. "You used the color absorption technique?"

Benjamin was puzzled and angry, but seeing her serious eyes, he suppressed his anger. "What are we going to a flower shop for? I checked, these roses were bought from somewhere and delivered." Amanda said, "That's why I'm asking you to take me to a flower shop. Look at these red roses, they were very beautiful and vibrant when we got into the car. Look at the roses in the middle, they seem to have been oxidized by something. I feel like something is wrong." She knew that roses could be turned into many colors, but that required using a dye solution.

I smiled and held it to raise my eyes evenly red with this rose. It’s not bad to make my symbolism sharp arrows again. Where on the night most awaited of all, my rose will kill the life of whoever hurts my loved one. Cluster of bloody roses in cluster of sharp arrows that will soon be covered with blood. Wait for the return of the dear princess with her lifelong symbolism that I will embrace until death.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

Bella hurriedly went out to go get what I had ordered her to do. With my hand still forcefully clutching a lock of hair, I turned her around so that I could look at her face. VANESSA.... The grip on my hair was so tight and it made me want to cry, but I had bit down hard on my lips. I cussed loudly when I bit down on the sore in my lips. I tasted my own blood.

Mostly because of the pain I've held inside. I push the door open, slowly before seeing Rose in the middle; being tied onto a chair—her head down, facing the ground; making me turn to look around as I make towards her, wanting to get her out of here. Once I'm close enough, she starts to look up at me; causing my body to freeze at the sight of her eyes. They are red in tears, showing that she has been crying her eyes out for the past few hours. I examine her face and down to the areas of her skin, seeing that there are no bruise to be found, relieving me slightly.