Blood Rose Redemption Novels & Stories

said Rose. “I know! Why is this wedding that was fixed on a whim so grand?” asked Seth. “I… I don’t know!” replied Rose, stunned. Red was her favourite colour. Her father had made sure that she always had rose plants in the garden. They both loved tending to roses together. When Lucas fell ill, Ursa and Vanessa made sure they uprooted every rose plant. Vanessa hated roses because they made her jealous. Rose was the Woolridge princess, and she was not. So, why was the whole hall decorated with every variety of rose there was?

Her steps slowed when she saw him—them, standing so close to each other that an accidental movement would make their lips meet. He looking into Rain's eyes with an expression Andrea had never seen before whenever he looked at her. His arm was around the girl’s waist and the other in between them...A red rose in both their grasps and blood dripping down from both their arms. Who was bleeding? She couldn’t tell. But she hated the sight in front of her, the fact that a man as powerful as Alexander wasn’t even aware of his surroundings just because of the bitch in front of him. They were both lost in their own little world.

, My breath caught. What rose? I turned back toward the front, scanning the ornate arrangements of white lilies and orchids. Then I saw it, subtle, deliberate. A single red rose resting atop the center of the closed casket. It was the only red bloom in the entire church. My pulse skyrocketed. It wasn’t an accident. It was a message. A silent code, meant for me. As the service ended and people began to rise, I remained frozen, waiting for the right moment. The moment everyone began to drift toward the doors, offering polite condolences to Damien’s father, and to his board.

He clenched his fists as he stared out the window of his penthouse, the city sprawling below him like a maze. "You lied to me, Matteo," he murmured to himself. "You think you can hide her from me?" A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts. Rafael turned, narrowing his eyes at his trembling informant. "You said you found something," Rafael said, voice like silk wrapped around a blade. The man nodded, sweating through his shirt. "In Matteo’s jacket... sir. We found... this." He handed Rafael a small, dried rose, stained dark red. Blood roses.

A portal has been created and whoever it is that created it from my world was here already. "They've found us..." I mutter but it was to his hearing. "Who has found us?" he asks, apparently more confused than before. I quickly walk up to the doorway leading into his room and my eyes catch sight of something extraordinary. There were three different portals closing up and out of those portals were warriors from the Red Moon pack. The sigil on their outfits were hard to miss. The one who was leading them was the Alpha's dog, Gamma Connor. And from the look on his face, he was prepared to teach me a lesson.

A female news anchor's face appeared on the screen, her expression solemn and concerned. "Good evening, I'm Sarah Lee and I have some breaking news for our viewers. A new casino in Clyde, Marion, has been the target of gang violence. According to eyewitnesses, the bar was burnt down by members of a notorious gang in the city. The police are investigating the incident and are warning the public to stay away from the area."

It is not alright. “I can’t just attack them. Even though this is clearly an act of war. I don’t want that. I also can’t allow or dismiss this though.” He runs a hand through his hair and I speak up. “Call Mina.” “Randy’s sister?” “She mated to a wolf in Silver Rock.” “That doesn’t mean she knows anything or would tell me anything.”

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Rose’s lips parted, fear and hesitation mingling with guilt. “I—I really don’t know anything” she started. Her words caught in her throat as she stared into his dark eyes. He moved the bowl away just slightly. Days had passed since her last meal, her lips parted instantly. “She’s spying on Red,” Rose blurted, voice trembling. “And I heard her talking with Mari, they’re planning to kill Snow together! I only eavesdropped, I don’t know everything, I swear!” Ace arched an eyebrow. Red? Who was that… she wasn’t lying, her eyes said everything.

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.