Blood Rose Redemption Novels & Stories

Yohan asked. “We’re sure enough that not many people know her by her face, that’s her biggest asset and advantage. So people don’t really know that she died… if she died.” Theo pointed out. “She was already dead for a few minutes, it’s damn near impossible they could have revived her. Was it a bad idea I sent her corpse back?” “If she did, do you think she’s trying to get back at us for doing what we did?” Oswald asked, needing a few more drinks to loosen up.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. " A King… Her king that rules the kingdom. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love is going to make its way to getting in the way of the love she throws at her. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red. ROSE AMARA AMBER

Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings. I began to live under his protection. In those five years we'd been together, we spent countless nights in this rose manor. And he would tell me he would marry me at the end of each one. But it wasn't until now that I realized his promises were worthless. He had given me nothing except the bracelet. False prince, false love, and poor roses... Before the tears fell, I broke the bracelet that didn't really fit. Jeffrey could never keep roses. There were two days left. Then Dad would arrive.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

“They left…and will probably never return.” “Just like that?” Anaztasia barely managed to ask. She nodded with utter discernment. “Yes. Just like that…” *** “Thank you,” she beamed at the two people she had paid to steal the flower from Isla’s now destroyed room. Maebh never saw this flower before. It was so red, like that of fresh blood. And its thorns, its thorns are pretty much thornier than most thorns of common roses. One thing Maebh is certain of: the Blood Rose is beautiful.

His heart was reserved for Amber alone. "Phew!" Only when Alexander had vanished did Red Rose let out a relieved gasp, noticing for the first time that she was soaked in a sheen of sweat. She was completely drenched. The moment she saw Alexander, her mind screamed for vengeance, for dominance. Yet, in a twist of fate, she was the one overpowered. Life sure has a way of flipping the script. "That jerk will get what's coming to him," Red Rose muttered under her breath, sounding every bit the spurned lover as she started packing.

Redeemed. A soft knock interrupted my reverie. Ryan stepped inside, carrying a single red rose. “For you,” he said simply. I smiled, taking the rose, its delicate petals a symbol of something fragile yet enduring. He sat beside me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “You’re stronger than you know,” he murmured. I leaned into him, allowing myself to finally let go of the tension that had gripped me for so long. --- That night, sleep came easy for the first time in weeks. I dreamed of open skies and sunlight, of laughter and love—not the shadows and doubt that had haunted me for so long.

The sadness didn't leave me but it began to change. It started to harden into something else—cold and permanent. The human doctor named Calista Rivers was dead. The woman sitting under this bridge only wanted one thing now. "Dante Cross thinks he won" I said, my voice turning flat and steady as stone. "He thinks he broke me because he took my father." "He doesn't know what you are yet" Kael said, his silver eyes flashing with a dangerous, lethal light in the gloom. "He thinks you are just a prize to be collected. He doesn't know about the executioner's light inside your blood."

“Got you.” Mara approached, crouching beside the dead mark. “She did it.” I looked at my hands. The ember-lines were brighter now, faintly pulsing like veins of molten gold. “He’s going to feel that,” I whispered. Edward brushed my hair from my face. “Good. Let him.” We stood together in the ruined grove, the air heavy with ash and victory that felt too small. This was only one mark. One thread of a web spanning gods knew how far.

“Perfect.” After shrugging the gown off, I went back to my room in Issy’s house and took a quick shower. After showering and doing my little skincare, I glance at the time on my phone and noticed it was already past 6. Shit. I needed to be fast. Opening up the makeup box I‘d stolen from Issy’s closet, I started on my makeup. When I was satisfied with my appearance, I picked up the little accessories I still had, making sure to wear the rose gold pendant dad bought me for my 18th birthday. Finally done with my last minutes touches, I shrug on my gown and slip into the red bottom Loboutin heels I stole from Issy.