Crimson Roses Novels & Stories

, Aarya answered her and her heart did summer sault inside her chest. "Why do you only like red-colored roses?", Mohini smiled and asked him as her fingertips touched the soft petals of roses and inhaled the sweet rosy fragrance of it. "Because Red is the colour of Blood. Blood stands for REVENGE, PURITY, DESTRUCTION, BROTHERLY LOVE, VOWS, PROTECTION AND DARE", Aarya said as he wanted to tell her about Lucifer but seeing her expressions stopped him. Mohini froze before giving me an incredulous look, mixed with fear, "B-blood?"

She was in their backyard watering their small colorful garden when Romaine appeared by the threshold. She was wearing a long-fitting black dress, with red stripes on its long sleeves and on its hem. Her belt was in a shimmering metallic red. On her right chest, a red rose circular brooch can be seen. Its golden edges seem to form like the sun's wide beaming rays. “Red, gold, and black are the color emblems of the vampires. The red rose is our sigil,” Romaine lectured while she walked towards her stepdaughter. Rozelyn, who seemed to not be expecting her stepmom’s formal attire, halted the watering hose with a single wave of her hand.

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.

But not like any I’d seen before. It was cathedral-like in structure, the arched roof disappearing into a dusky sky above, streaks of violet and silver from the setting sun casting ghost-light over everything. Climbing vines scaled the walls. Flower beds overflowed with dark red roses, their petals deep and bruised like clotted wine. And nestled among them were black roses—impossibly real, impossibly alive. Like they’d bloomed out of death itself. Reneé stepped to the center and turned, folding her arms.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

“Hello, I’m back! Do you have any bouquets in red and purple, or can I have one made up. I found out that that is my babe’s favorite color combo, especially if there are red roses.” The girl behind the counter looks at me “Nice combination! We don’t get a lot of call for it, but I can put something together. I have Black Baccara roses, they are a deep, velvet red, I can mix them with some brighter red carnations and poppies that have red petals and a deep purple center and purple lattice, oh! I just got in a few other things that may work…I can do this.” She smiles as she starts turning to the back, then shoots over her shoulder “Good to see you back and to know that your girl’s mother didn’

Alfred eyes changed before changing back to normal but it wasn’t noticeable. ‘Let’s reintroduce ourselves’ ivory suggested ‘hello my name is ivy and I love music’. Ivory stretched out her and for a handshake. Alfred looked at her hand in surprise. ‘My name is Adrian and I love fighting’. He shook her hands. ‘Friends’ she asked smiling. ‘Sure’ he answered. Unknown to them the moment they shaked hands the red strings of fate tied them together. Ivory dragged Alfred out of the academy to the market where it was bustling. Plenty people gazed at them but their eyes had respect. At first ivory had no idea why they respected them until she figured it out, it was because of the clan’s uniform.

Ada's manager wondered aloud worriedly. "I remember you like the gothic style, Ada. How about black roses?" Alyssa suggested with a grin. "Black roses?" Ada squealed in excitement. "We decorated the previous venue with ten tons of red roses. We don't have time to redecorate everything, but switching to Essagerian black roses would be easy." Ada's face was glowing. She had liked Alyssa's first event proposal, but this second one was her dream wedding. Black roses were symbols of mystery, desire, and possession. The symbolism was unique, cool, and romantic.

The delivery personnel announced loudly, “These roses are from Mr. Samuel Hayes of the Hayes Group, sent to Miss Cynthia Rivera to congratulate her on the successful completion of her debut film.” Samuel Hayes, the young master of the Hayes Group, sent these roses to celebrate Miss Cynthia's first film project. Thalia was the first to excitedly scream, “Young Master Hayes has sent roses! How romantic!” Fanny followed, exclaiming, “Oh my gosh, I love the crimson roses! They’re so beautiful.” The delivery personnel continued to transport roses back and forth, creating a continuous flow. Before long, the entire set was covered in roses. The sweet fragrance of the