Blue Rose Knight Novels & Stories

"Dear, you still need to learn how to control - if not master - your powers properly." "Rose, the rogue king is after you." "We still have to teach you how to protect yourself." "Rosalie, my dear, I think it will be safe if you just stay here and let the princes and a few knights investigate." And then there goes my selective hearing. "We have knights?!" I gasped in amazement. "Where?" The Queen gave the king a pointed look. "Dear, there is a reason why we keep that information from Rose." At the Queen's gaze, the king immediately slumped on his seat as if it would help him to hide from his wife's glare.

Sophia wondered if they were hurting as much as the kingdom was, or less because they didn’t get along with him anymore. One by one Knights approached the dais to lay down a white flower. She knew from special Knight only lessons during her years in the academy, although Sophia still didn’t know why any Knight would need a female only class in flower picking and arranging, that the white color represented innocence, humility and reverence.

He just doesn’t want to admit it first, he wants to hear it from Mizuko first. “Careful with the thorns this time,” Kenshi told Mizuko who once again squatted down to pick some roses. “Yeah, yeah,” she nonchalantly said. There was a smile on Mizuko’s face as she picks up the perfect ones. Even though she said she will only take five, it’s not bad to change her mind and take as many as she likes. After all, the blue fairy said it’s its gift to her. Blue roses, signifies her tragic love and here she is again, helping the love of her life, find a girl that he claims his puzzle piece. Nothing could hurt more than that.

The Kings were busy talking about something but when Rose entered they stopped. "Perfect" They said that the same time looking at her. Rose smiled in relief. Finally! The dress she wore was a blue princess dress which hugged her curves perfectly. She loved this dress and wanted to wear it on the ceremony tomorrow. She is glad that they liked it too. "Rose we want you to meet someone." Vladimir said and Rose looked at him. "Who?" She asked. "Come with us." Zachariah said instead. Rose frowned but did as told. Zachariah called someone and after some time, two men appeared in front of them.

He has Blonde hair and green eyes and then they began to run through the hall, the man in hooded top robe appears in the door corridors behind then, brings out a card from the deck of cards in his hands, the card name joker suddenly turned into a large skeletal that wore a clown uniform, the clown gave him a red spear. "Dark mana" spear of the joker." A dark red spear appears from the deck of cards into his hand, he strikes into the air with a sheer amount of force accompanied with crimson wind aiming at the trio. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jumped in front of the princess protecting her. The spear flew straight towards the princess however the knight jump

I didn't catch the eye of most because I was known to be wolfless and the fact that wasn't the case actually made me giggle a little thinking about it. Walking into the diner I was a bit suprised to see not only Duke and Flint sitting about midway through the diner but the brothers from the other pack sitting with them. I chuckled thinking it was probaly them leaving the note as a stupid prank or warning. I walked in fully planning just to step into the office and talk to Mama Rose. "What you doing here rouge? begging for scraps." Flint hollered at me. I rolled my eyes, it was so obvious when he used rouge as a term not my name and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. I locked eyes

The room Rose is resting in. Drake brought Miren inside secretly, the soldiers outside only knew that the king of Knight kingdom came inside to visit the princess, so they did not dare to stop. Rose was unable to stand up and was gradually losing her vigor as she lay on the bed. Her skin, which was already white, began to take on a bluish cast, and she no longer had any sensation of vitality anywhere on her body. The pupils of the eyes are dark, and the blood vessels on the skin emerge in the form of enormous filaments. The skin dries out and loses its natural moisture content as a result. Rose's lips became cracked and her cheeks drew closer together as she experienced a new level of terror

Every now and then, her head turns his way as if she is searching for something. “Sixty million creds!” A Knight shouted. Everyone turns to stare at the man in metal armor. A chill runs down their spine as the man steps forward. His long dark hair is tied with a band and his dark tobacco stained lips curl into a smile. He is taller than most of the men in the room, almost at 6 feet 1 inch. His gaze is on Roseanne and she squirms in disgust. She knows who he is. The Knight is Sir Stefan Vronsky, the best fighter in the Royal Army.

He could easily be a hundred years old for all I knew. I dropped my gaze to his navy blazer, too uncomfortable with the eye contact and how he looked at me as if I were familiar to him. On his chest pocket, a pin sat there that said M.R. Now that I think about it those letters must be King Matthias' initials. It took me back to the night I was attacked. That vampire wore a similar pin only his read R.T. Who did he work for? I could feel Luther examining my face still, looking behind my ears, and my neck and then he moved his gaze lower, still searching for a mark. I was still shaking but I told myself If I just stay still he won't hurt me.

"How do you mean she's the Delicate Rose, and what do you know about her being it?" "I told you she's many things; she's the Delicate Rose and the only one keeping this clan alive." "What about her so-called twin?" Blaze asked. "She's out to destroy her. She doesn't know her mission until she meets the evil of all evil that'll use her as the pawn to his game." "The evil of all evil?" Blaze mumbled. It was getting confusing. He had to admit it. Delicate Rose, the Phoenix queen and now evil of all evil. What else did he need to know? He mused.