Blooded Palace The War Of Flowers Novels & Stories

“From our lord and Emperor Caesar Randall Tiberius, Supreme Leader of Remas and Recipient of the People’s Senate. ‘I hereby Declare a State of the War in the Remanian Empire. Our War with Persiais over, but we face another foe. A massive rebel force that seeks to raise anarchy, death and to ensure Destruction of all that we have fought for. They have assaulted the cities of Londana, Stantum, Barcelos, New Capua, Rendra and the Capital herself. They have slaughtered many good Remanian citizens and are robbing us of our hard earned peace. Let us remind these fools of the Might of Remas. Glory to the Legions, Strength and Honor and Roma Eterna’ “ After finishing Captain Gilderscrowns ordered us

Rose's POV "Where am I?" I thought as I looked around the strange room. I'm lying in bed in a king-sized bed. "You're awake," a man said. I sat on the bed and noticed a large man in his mid-twenties. His right eye was scarred. He approached me, and I moved away from him. "Stay away from me," I said, but he kept approaching. "You are mine," he said before attacking me. "Wake up, Flower."

The rain didn't just fall; it hammered against the vaulted glass ceilings of the Petros palace like a million tiny executioners drumming for a head. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone, expensive floor wax, and the metallic tang of blood that still clung to Nikos’s skin. He was forced down, the impact of his knees hitting the cold marble echoing through the cavernous throne room. The sound was a sharp, sickening crack that vibrated up his spine, a reminder that he was no longer the heir to a legacy, but a piece of wreckage washed up on a hostile shore. His wrists were raw where the zip-ties bit into the flesh, a modern cruelty that felt more insulting than iron shackles.

This other side was also like a palace away from a palace. From the outside, the palace was very elegant.The driveway which had beautiful blooming flowers by the side and neat green carpet grass spread to only God knows the end. circled past the entrance that is flanked by a pillar and there were different carriage with horses of different colours but mostly white coloured beside an open display garage displaying nothing but the most expensive limited edition of cars.The garage spread to an end I could not see too.Palace soldiers were all around in their unique uniforms, didn't believe that human beings lived here,talk about gods perhaps. Finally reached the big entrance of this Palace final

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

" Cecilia's hands balled into fists, her eyes swimming with defiance as she scrambled for an excuse. "You loved me! You'd put Holly down, step on her dignity, all for me. "If she hadn't played her games to get your attention, you'd never treat me this way." Luke watched Cecilia's meltdown with a sense of detachment. She was a stranger to him now. Finally, his look of estrangement turned to one of revulsion. "I was blind to your true colors before. "Don't think you can fool everyone, Cecilia. I'm onto you and your games."

Those words seemed to come alive, emitting a faint golden glow and exuding an aura of inviolable majesty. Amelia gazed at those words, her heart stirring slightly. The fated one... She vaguely sensed that this palace seemed to be waiting for something. And that person, perhaps, was herself. On the palace square, the corpses pierced by spears were especially shocking, with blood winding through the cracks in the stone slabs, pooling into dark red puddles, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

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

He gestured at me. "You can't kill me, Silas. I own this fucking city... and I will get back everything you shitheads took from me." His smile dropped. "I will end The Black Rose..." he seethed. "One petal at a time." He laughed. "Isn't that exciting?" He put his hands in his pockets and turned around, not caring about the gun being aimed at his back. Lorenzo and Noir were behind Silas, along with several men that hadn't been there before, pointing their guns at the opposing men.

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”