Bride Of The Rose Beast Novels & Stories

I didn't notice it earlier because I was too preoccupied with Lia's body. A white rose. A white rose was on top of Lia's corpse. I've seen it. This is what raven put when he killed Beatrice. But it might just look like Raven’s rose. Because why would she kill Lia. I quickly took the dagger out of my pocket then cut my hand and dripped blood on the rose. In just a few seconds the rose turned red instantly. I'm right about this it is Raven's. I heard those who were behind me gasp in shock. But why?! How could she?! I know she has a bad temper and is heartless but I don't know that she is this heartless!

he added, “Do you think that’s the Heilig crest?” “No,” answered Seb, “That’s the crest of the Order of the Red Rose. The Heilig crest showed two intersecting lightning bolts,” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I believe your mother Hermione Briar Rose was part of the Red Rose Knights. And you know the Briar Rose crest...” “...It’s a rose in a ring of thorns...” Dorin said, unable to veil his disappointment. “...I guess it was my mother’s watch then...”

Her voice was small as she lifted her head to look at him with her big watery eyes. His heart broke a little when he looked at her. He knelt down beside her. One of his hands behind his back. " I went to find something I thought you would like while you were at the lake. I didn't mean to be away so long and I'm not pretending to like you.", Brodie took his hand out from behind his back. "This is the Bloodrose that our pack is named after.", in his hand was a beautiful flower, deep crimson in colour. He put it in her hair and wiped away her tears.

Rosie was clutching Raven’s arm, her face contorted with desperation. “Come on, Raven! I’m supposed to be your bride! Take back your decisions!” she pleaded, her voice trembling. Raven scoffed, pulling his arm free. “You? My bride?” He laughed, a cold, mocking sound. “Didn’t your father tell you? You were never the chosen one. Maybe he should also tell you not to assume so much. I chose Hyacinth from the very beginning to be my wife.” My breath caught in my throat as I gaped from the staircase. His words echoed in my mind, sending a flutter through my chest. All this time, I had thought I was his second choice. How could I have been so blind? The hyacinth flowers at our wedding, the absence

So, with the anticipation all over, the doors of the hall were pushed open from outside, and the bride appeared in her black dress. "What is happening? Why black of all colours?" "Is she a widow? It's like she is planning to kill the alpha." "What's with the rusted jasmine? Are flowers too expensive in the market that the alpha couldn't get his Luna a better bouquet?" Everyone had a thing to say about the bride, but guess what? Neither the bride nor her alpha cared.

"The astrologer said, as soon as you sign here, your stars will immediately align with Charlie's. You… You have to sign… Please." I took the pen without hesitation and signed my name. As I finished the final stroke and lifted my gaze, I met Adrian's venomous gaze. I could see it clearly now—the signs of his decline were written on his face, darker and more defined than ever before. "Claire… Milton… You bitch, how dare you betray me!" he roared. He was about to lunge at me when his body suddenly froze. He clutched his chest, and his face contorted in agony. Then, he coughed up a torrent of crimson blood.

"Let’s just say we have a common enemy. And I’ve got the resources to take him out. All I need is your cooperation." Jake hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "I’m in." As they shook hands, a small part of Jake wondered if he had just made a deal with the devil. But it didn’t matter. All he cared about was Sofia. And he’d do whatever it took to get her back. Back at the Blackwood Estate I stood in front of the mirror, my fingers tracing the crescent moon on my hip, my mind spinning with the prophecy I had just read. A Beast-Bride. A mark of destiny.

Without looking out, she was never going to find that out. “Yes, darling! We know who the groom is. That’s why we are here. We want to show Dia Lucrii that they won this town; we do. Come on, corporate. We are just teaching you how to pleasure your man better. We will leave everything intact; we just want to have some fun. I have never fucked someone’s bride,” goon 2 winked at her. “Do you even know who I am?” yelled Rose. Tears had now started streaming down her face. “I am the Woolridge Princess!”

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.

But the moment he stepped into the chamber, his eyes drifted. They landed on the bed—on the bruised, torn body of the warlord’s bride. On the marks she hadn’t spoken of. The pain she’d borne in silence. Rhazien moved instantly, faster than thought. He positioned himself between them with a force that cracked the air. A snarl tore from his throat, reverberating like a tremor through the chamber. "Look at her again and I'll rip the sight from your skull." The Spymaster flinched, then dropped his gaze to the floor.