Crossing Roses Novels & Stories

The garden was like a maze, meandered with all sorts of twists and turns. After walking for more than ten minutes, everything suddenly opened up before them. "Wow, look at that! A wall full of roses! Isn't it beautiful?" Laura exclaimed as she excitedly pointed at the roses blooming all over the wall ahead. Margot thought it was very beautiful as well. Those appeared to be Cerulia roses rather than the typical roses. The roses were a vibrant red, each one blooming with such intensity that it was difficult to refrain from reaching out and touching them.

Or was it not a sweven? She could still imagine that very moment in their P.E.class when her whole body gradually hardened and somehow she herself was turning to a…to a rose. Not just a rose, a blood rose. Or was it just an ordinary rose? She’d never seen an actual blood rose before anyway and Rozelyn bet that it was far more different than any other roses. It possesses such extraordinary abilities and so it shall also possess an extraordinary appearance. She licked the blood from her finger, making her tongue taste the blood that it had been craving.

“While you were away. Lord Rustyn. He brought something from Lady Celia and the queen.” My jaw tightens. But my eyes are on the roses. Even in winter, the cursed things bloom. Blue roses that climb the black stone walls, their petals sharp against the frost. They wither and bloom in ghostly cycles, yet never touch the ground. Always vanishing midair, leaving behind only that sweet and rotten scent. It clings to your throat, making you feel the misery etched deep within it. “Rogues?” I ask, eyes narrowing on a cluster of petals curling into vapor.

Fresh, long-stemmed roses, their velvet petals a deep, crimson hue, adorned the table, exuding a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Kimberly's gaze roamed the table, her mind racing with wonder. Where did the roses come from? And then, like a whispered secret, she remembered the garden. Had Nicholas really taken the time to pluck flowers just for their dinner? The thought sent a flutter through her chest, and she felt a smile spread across her face, touched by the thoughtful gesture.

I didn’t ask more questions and trusted Trevor completely. After a few minutes, we stepped into a clearing bathed in soft morning light. My breath hitched as I took in the sight before me. A field of red roses stretched out like a sea of crimson, but these weren’t ordinary roses. Each delicate petal had silver markings, shimmering softly under the sunlight, as if kissed by moonlight itself. I gasped. “Trevor… these are…” “The legendary red roses of Silver Rose Pack. The locals called it Silvermarked Roses,” he said gently.

Vastria responded turning back to the rose. “That rose is a hybrid tea rose. She was made by accident in the garden with the Chinese red tea rose and a black rose that was gifted to me. Unfortunately, I do not know what type of black rose it was. The rose was a deep blue, nearly black. When the light catches it, you could see the deep blue shade. I am not ready to try making tea out of it just yet. It has a lovely fragrance though.” Mrs. Rosenburg gestured Vastria to follow her. “Wow, it is still amazing.” Vastria followed Remus’ mother. They came to the center of the garden where servants were setting a small table and chairs with mini sandwiches, a tea pot and teacups.

And he is impossible to miss. He leans casually against the barrier with the biggest bouquet of roses I have ever seen in my life, cradled in one arm. There has to be at least fifty roses woven together in a breathtaking arrangement of deep reds, soft pinks, and creamy whites. The flowers are so extravagant that several people walking past actually turn to stare. But I only see him. Greg spots me instantly, and the grin that spreads across his face is enough to make my heart stumble painfully in my chest.

I was not much of an admiration type guy , but I had to admit – this garden was the best I ever had been in. The walk way was divided into many other passage ways – seems quite normal….But the difference between other gardens and this garden, is that each passage way branching out from the walk way is bordered with a high hedge. All along the hedge , had beautiful red roses blooming from it. Each passage way is like a mini maze – simply beautiful. I am brought out my thoughts as I hear a female giggle. I turn towards it’s direction and I saw the maiden from earlier peaking out of a passage way – giggling at me as I have long passed her while I was spectating the scenery. Once she had seen me

The aroma of the roses permeated the whole place—it was obvious that the roses were of a precious variety. “Looks like we have something fun to watch tonight!”

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’