Cedric Blood In Roses 소설 & 이야기

Pillows and frames are scattered all around the floor, making me cautiously watch my step incase I step on one. My heart skips a beat at the sight I see; Rose sitting onto the ground as she cries out while her right hand is currently holding onto a knife—signalling her left wrist, leaving me frozen at my spot. I can't help but continue to look at her from behind, remembering that I've once see her this way before and it wasn't pleasant but the last time I saw her, she already did. ''Rose.'' I call out softly, afraid if I might startle her.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

I looked at Xavier only to see him boring holes in Rosaline's body with his piercing red eyes. "Well, I don't know about you but..." I looked at Xavier and flashed him a cocky smirk. "Rosaline is mine." And that was the last straw. Everyone except me flinched as soon we heard the sound of a glass breaking. We all shifted our eyes at the front only to see Xavier glaring me while blood was dripping from his right hand. Rosaline also looked at him, her eyes turned wide as saucers as soon her eyes fell on his bloodied hand. She looked at him only to flinch back in fear as Xavier was glaring her ferociously. His eyes had turned blood-red while his face turned dark with rage. He clenched his jaw t

His fangs extended with a sharp, involuntary snap. Around us, every vampire in the chamber looked drunk on the scent. I jerked my hand back, but the unseen power locked our hands together. My blood dripped between our palms, glowing faintly, sizzling where it met the marble. The hall went utterly still. The strangest thing happened. It floated. Rose into the air—our blood. The priest I'd called out for being a phony, her voice grew louder, shriller. “The blood calls—she answers!”

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

“Elsie is young, beautiful, and her bloodline is noble. She brings the clan the magical mines of the entire northern territory.” His eyes swept over my naked form. “And you… you are a decent blood source, a convenient fighting doll. And a disposable bedmate.” Blood source. Fighting doll. I trembled, feeling his scent all over me. A stain I could never wash off. By the time I’d pulled myself together, Cedric was already dressed in his black formal wear, sending magical commands through the air.

Cedric’s expression softened upon seeing my tears, he slowly loosened his hold on my neck and I coughed as I struggle to breathe some air. His eyes slowly changed color with his expression looking so conflicted. The bloodlust in his eyes is finally gone. He looked at me like he doesn’t understand a single thing that is happening, he looked at his hands that’s covered with blood, and turned around to look at the person he ripped on the ground and gasped. “C-Cedric?” I asked. “W-what happened here? W-what did I do?” He said, his eyes finally back to their green color.

With twinkling lights in her eyes, she moved to the cafe. She went inside the kitchen and directly walked into the secret walk-in vault behind the kitchen cabinet. Rose took the red marker and crossed Andrea Lowell's photo and made several crosses on Leonard Smith's photo. "My dear uncle Leonard, now you are completely finished. Oh, I am so eager to listen to your beseechingly voice. You were so proud of yourself since these many years now I will send from where you belong, on the road." Rose yelled the last word with deep red eyes and pressed marker on Leonard's photo with all strength and made several circles like a bird's nest. Her pressure on the photo was so hard that it not only pierce

Her fingers trailed through every one of the dark inks, Nails crawling with an intoxicating feel as they traced hard lines of muscles like she was tracing sin itself. He groaned deeply, the sound low and guttural as he bucked his hip like it could keep him grounded. Her pupils narrowed hazily and her lips pouted “You have a rose on your chest” she mumbled. “I love roses but this one seems to have tears on it” “It's Blood, dolcezza” He corrected, covering it out of sight with a palm when her countenance paled with horror flashing. “I hate blood, it smells, it's a disgusting and scary sight—it's as if the nerve cells in your brain stop working even by merely sniffing it” she retched then colla

Rose shook her head, seemingly trying to erase whatever it was she saw. “Is it bad?” he cautiously asked to avoid triggering the emotions she was struggling to process. “What did you see?” She looked to the side, finally took a deep breath and whispered, her voice soft as mist, “Blood.” Symon’s stomach dropped. “B- blood?” Her gaze met his again. “Blood. E-Everywhere.” “Whose blood?” Keith fearfully asked from where he was. “Huh…” Terror bulged Rose’s eyes, as if the monstrous thing she saw within her closed eyes was in that very room. “I…”