Crimson Roses Novels & Stories

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

Their petals were deep violet, almost black, blooming despite the chill. “What are these?” “Belladonna.” She raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that poisonous?” Rhys smiled without looking at her. “Only if you swallow it.” She glanced back toward the mansion, just visible through the fog. “Did someone leave that letter for me?” He stilled. His fingers hovered above the roots. “What letter?” he asked. She hesitated. “In my room. Crimson wax seal. No name. It was… left on my floor. Like someone had just been there.”

I need to move fast. I sprint up the stairs to my bedroom. I grab my leather jacket from the bed. I do not even bother to zip it up. I run back down to the main hall and stop by the glass vase near the front door. Inside the vase sits a massive bouquet of Crimson Roses. I spent a fortune on them last week. They are rare. They are supposed to be completely irresistible to any high-ranked female wolf. The scent is thick and sweet, almost suffocating. I rip the flowers out of the vase. Water drips onto my boots and splashes across the polished floorboards.

As he inhaled her soft scent, a sense of calm washed over him. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in this moment. Azrael gazed at Zafira and his voice was low and filled with emotion. "I waited ten years for this moment, Crimson. The first time I saw you, you were wearing a crimson dress, holding a bunch of red roses. Your hair danced in the breeze, and you were smiling brightly, wrapped in the embrace of your boyfriend, ex-husband now. My heart burned with desire, but I controlled myself because you were just a little girl then- my little one".

said Rose. “I know! Why is this wedding that was fixed on a whim so grand?” asked Seth. “I… I don’t know!” replied Rose, stunned. Red was her favourite colour. Her father had made sure that she always had rose plants in the garden. They both loved tending to roses together. When Lucas fell ill, Ursa and Vanessa made sure they uprooted every rose plant. Vanessa hated roses because they made her jealous. Rose was the Woolridge princess, and she was not. So, why was the whole hall decorated with every variety of rose there was?

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

I brushed my thumb over the petal and explained, “Why black rose? I want to know.” His eyes were fixated on the rose in my hand as he swallowed before opening his mouth, “Because nothing depicts me better than a black rose. The black rose is a symbolic flower with multiple meanings and interpretations. It represents intensity, darkness, passion, rebellion, and dominance, all of which resonate with my personality. A black rose is also a symbol of mystery, unknown, and unrequited feelings, which perfectly portrays whatever is between us.”

Looking at the other side all I could see red, a bright and beautiful crimson. The red roses dutifuly bared their thorns, blooming, seducing; killing as the tiny flower beneath it spread its' poison without even touching enemy-anemone is poisonous even without him tampering with it, but letting it spread poison is even quicker than letting it work the normal way. Camelias bloom, beautifully but oh so silently, creating a wall none of the frights can cross. And if it tries, grabbing and biting, it chokes, as ranunculus slowly, discreetly tempers with it's nerves, driving it mad.

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...”

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