Blood On A Rose Novels & Stories

Sebestian had drifted off to sleep but woke up at a loud sound coming from the bathroom. Pushing up and getting out of bed, he made his way over and let out a gasp as he saw Rose on the floor in the shower, red blood mixing in with the clear water circling the drain. Rushing over to Rose who was conscious and struggling to get herself up, Sebestian turned the water off as he cupped Rose's face to get her attention, relieved as Rose seemed responsive and quickly went on to brush his fingers through his dark wet hair, finding the cause of the blood. "What happened?"

I lifted the lid. Inside, on a bed of black silk, was a single, perfect red rose. But it was wrong. It was too red, too alive. Its thorns were long and sharp, and from their tips, thick drops of dark red liquid fell slowly, like blood, but they never hit the bottom of the box. They vanished into mist before they touched the silk. And it was… singing.

I pulled my hands away from the piercing stem, staring at the bloodshed that resigned on my hands. I wiped my blood-stained hands along the white, perfect dress that flowed against my body. The red hands stained the dress, leaving a strong residue still turning my hands a light shade of red. The gushing blood stopped and the red wilting rose kept swaying along to the wind. The petals fell to the ground smoothly and effortlessly. I pulled again, feeling the thorns pierce my skin and the blood gush through.

Red strobe lights began to flash from the ceiling, painting the sterile corridor in a rhythmic, bloody glare. "Stay behind my spine," I barked over my shoulder, my eyes sweeping the hallway for more targets. Rodah stepped out of the elevator right into the puddle of warm blood spreading across the tile. Her bare feet were stained red instantly, but she didn't scream or flinch. She gripped the SIG Sauer with both hands, her knuckles white, her green eyes fixed on the bodies. The loose black silk of her robe was damp from her own sweat, clinging tightly to the heavy curve of her hips and the dark circles of her nipples.

The soft golden light filtered through the curtains as I made my way quietly to my room, wanting to take a shower before the rest of my family woke up. But I stopped the moment I stepped inside. My breath caught in my throat. There was another rose on my bed. And a note. This time, both were covered in human blood. There was so much of it that it had soaked into the sheets, staining them a deep, terrifying red. The metallic scent filled the room, thick and suffocating. “What the hell?” I whispered. I rushed toward the bed and grabbed the note, my fingers immediately getting covered in fresh blood. My heart pounded as I unfolded it.

“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.

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.

I still have nightmares of the ass-kicking I recieved that day. "No, dude forreal. This isn't a prank. I just want to see something." I said. He cocked his eyebrow at me and shrugged. I put my hand up to his face for him to sniff it. Once he did, his eyes grew wide. He grabbed my hand and pulled it closer. "What.... whats that amazing smell?" He asked. I see his eyes swirling with black, letting me know that Jax, his wolf, was trying to come out.

[Kaden] As I walk back to the car Coby pulled his car out the narrow road, I opened the back door. My heart stopped as I didn't see Rose anywhere. "Rose!" I yelled slamming the door close. My eyes move back to the two guys over the ground and I moved around in search of her, The relief that washed over my heart when I saw her back towards me. I walked near her. "Rose?" I touched her hand. "I am sorry you had to see that" She bites her lip.

The old woman said. Rose took the knife in her left hand and put it close to her right palm. She slowly cut her palm. She was shaking and the knife didn't cut deep. "Cut deep. You have to pour a lot of drops." The old woman instructed her. Rose closed her eyes and thought, 'For Rosalie, I can do anything.' Then she took a deep breath and cut her palm deep. She felt pain in her palm but she fisted it and poured a few drops of her blood."