Blue Rose Knight Novels & Stories

She watched him pluck a single red rose, then turn around. She thought he was heading back to his seat, but unexpectedly, Knight walked straight toward her. With the red rose in his hand, he offered it to her before sitting down again. She remained stunned by his gesture. She lifted the rose he had given her—it was in full bloom and beautiful. She placed it in a small vase at the center of the table. It stood out awkwardly; despite the vase already being filled with roses, the one Knight had given her had a noticeably longer stem.

“Half have sworn to her crest. The rest don’t know who commands them anymore.” “So,” I murmured, “the split is real.” He nodded. “She calls them the Crimson Moon. Says she’s restoring balance. Some believe it.” I could almost hear Clara’s voice wrapping around those wordscalm, persuasive, righteous. Balance had always been her favorite lie. Below us, the courtyard bustled with uneasy motion. Men sharpened blades without order. Messengers waited, afraid to ride into the smoke. Even the wolves kept close to the walls. “She’s forcing you to choose,” James said. “Either yield to the council or draw first blood.”

He had no idea the significance of the blue rose. Driz and Peter bonded outside of the castle during the ball over their love for flowers. He had mentioned a blue rose that he had found in his parent's garden one day. Ever since then he had been experimenting to try to create the blue rose again. Driz was astonished to hear that there was even such a thing. Blue was Driz's favorite color, and the rose was her favorite flower. "She's a blue rose? So what does that mean? She's impossible? She's cold? I don't understand."

They have a blue centre but a purple outer shade on the petals. When Rayne saw them, she told me she had to have them because they reminded her of my flames in my horse form. The red roses she chose to signify herself as her mare is red, thus making the colour scheme a blend of the two of us. She is radiant and she is all mine. Soon she will be my queen and I vow to always be worthy of her love for as long as we both live.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

It’s him! “What have you brought here? Explain yourselves or die.” “Sir, we present you the Red Rose. The huntress you have wanted dead for many years. She came here today, in the guise of a prisoner, with the intention to kill you. We convinced her that we would work for her, knowing that it would allow us to bring her to you, unaware of the danger she would be in. She is at your mercy, to do with as you wish Sir. She also has another identity; this woman is the new Luna of the Blue Flame pack.”

Lucien stood up and began pacing as he monologued. "You are an exceptional breed of vampire. The Penne Coven is said to hold powers beyond comprehension. Because of their vast talents, the legend of the blue rose was born. He who attains the blue rose shall have all of his wishes granted. When I caught wind of the myth, I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all. The source of my damnation was also my salvation.