Cedric Blood In Roses Novels & Stories

"Quick question aunt A, what happens when a human drinks Vampires blood" "Bad things kiddo" ah shit _______ ROSE'S POV_______ "Well, did you have a look at it?" I said running after Mr Chadwick "Yes I did" I try keeping up with him, he really walked fast "And?.." He stops and turn to me "do you take me for a joke?" He hands me the blood sample I gave to him "let's never meet again, your father was crazy and so are you" "But-but" "No buts, just go Miss Roseline" I storm out

There was a muffled shriek and Cedric rushed headlong down the hall. He burst inside and found Horatia crumpled in a heap on the floor next to the bed. Rose petals strewn the floor and bed around her, mixing with the blood on her lip and the slashes on her arms. A man stood with a pistol in one hand and a knife in the other. He raised the pistol at Cedric's chest. "So glad that you could join us, Lord Sheridan. Do have a seat. That chair." The man pointed to a chair by Horatia.

All of them died in the hands of the Kings. Rose was getting scared by the behavior of the Kings but she also knew that if they weren't here than she would be snatched of her dignity. The whole floor was in the colour of red, there was blood everywhere. Rose wasn't able to bear the smell of blood anymore. Also, the sight in front of her had her trembling. There were ripped body parts everywhere. She could hear the painful screams of the men.

The man dropped Rosie's body to the floor where she curled onto her side, hands scrabbling to put pressure on her neck. Marco lowered his and Arabella's clasped hands into the basin. She stared at him, eyes wide as Rosie's blood started seeping into the long sleeves of her dress. The fabric clung to her wrists as Marco drew his hands back. He reached forward, using the sticky gore to draw a line across her mouth with his thumb. Shakily, Arabella raised her own hand to Marco's face, mirroring his actions.

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.

It’s quiet, but it’s not the silence that freezes me. A fresh batch of deep red roses sits in the vase, each stem perfectly arranged. I haven’t touched it today, and my siblings know better than to mess with the flowers. The anger in my veins thins into something colder. I inch closer, and my fingers graze a petal. Near the edge is a small, darkened smear that’s barely visible unless you’re looking at it. A sniff reveals its blood. Fresh enough to stain and faint enough to almost miss. Whoever cared enough to change the roses got cut in the process of doing so.

“Oh, I’m sorry… but what help do you need from me,” “Your blood,” Caleb said, “What?” “I’m sorry,” He chuckled, looking at her. “Don’t worry, just a drop of your blood,” Caleb corrected himself. “My witches wanted a drop of your blood to locate her,” He informed. “And then what?” Rose asked, “And then, we will go to her,” Caleb smiled. Behind His wicked smile, he hid a dangerous game. His mind began to have numerous scenarios of him killing Luncinda and Zander using Rose.

Just as he lifted the glass of water off the floor, Rose curled up before what seemed like all the muscles in her body tensed up and she started coughing, hard. "Rose" Sebestian tried, but he didn't know what to say because nothing he could possibly say would help the poor omega in front of him. Gasping, Sebestian held his breath as a wave of bitter Omega scent washed over him seconds before Rose coughed up a sizeable amount of blood, trembling as fresh tears streamed down her face from her closed eyes.

I asked my brother, tears standing in my eyes. “Nothing, what are you talking about?" he asked. "These roses smell like blood. I can't sense their original scent, Mike, what have you done?!” I shouted. “Camil, please,I've not done anything,you're overreacting. I just brought you roses." “Don't lie to be damnit. You know that only blood sacrifices by a witch make everything around her smell like blood, especially roses, so why does this smell like blood?" "No. You've been unconscious for three days Camila. Nothing happened OK. Maybe it's the blood of the women who couldn't make it,” he said.

“Could we have a turn with her after you? She will die eventually. She’s beautiful. We’ve never seen anyone like her.” Cedric chuckled darkly. “I’ll be using the drug on her. If you want to fuck a barely-living body, I won’t stop you.” he smirked. In his mind, the crueler he could torment anything belonging to Killian, the better. Cedric rose to his feet. “Now show me the room.” He followed his men, ready to enact his cruel plan. They stopped outside of the door where Rosa was bound. Cedric leaned closer, discussing the final details with his men. But suddenly, a deafening explosion shook the building, making them all jump.