Danmachi Rose Novels & Stories

… When the delivery person brought the flowers, they shouted, "I'm here for Alice! Your roses are here!" Alice raised her head high and jogged toward the delivery person. "That's me!" She took the large bouquet of roses from the delivery person and sniffed at it deeply to show off. "It smells so nice." Her coworkers gathered around. "Who sent them?" "My good friend, Aralyn!" Joanna also saw the flowers in Alice's hands—they were much larger and obviously much more expensive than hers. She grumbled, "It's not even from a man. Why are you so proud of it?"

What rose from Sky wasn’t clearly fire, or water, or wind. It was older. And it was hers. The lead mage closed her eyes and laid a palm to Sky’s forehead. “This girl… isn’t the same one who left.” “But she is,” Faith said, voice rough. “Same heart. Same gaze.” The healer nodded slowly. “Maybe… she only became herself now.” ⸻ Damian was in the commander’s tent when the horn sounded—the ancient call they used only when something supernatural happened. At first, he didn’t move. His heartbeat slammed against his ribs. The feeling—that feeling, the one that had burned through him two days ago—returned like a spark catching dry tinder. He didn’t need news. He didn’t need proof.

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”

I looked up instinctively and caught sight of myself and my to-be mate in the mirror. My makeup was heavier than usual today, and I looked a whole lot different from how I normally looked—just like the roses that Marcus had especially planted for me in the greenhouse—shy, bashful, and delicate, yet as captivating as ever. Meanwhile, Marcus looked even more handsome than ever in his black haute couture suit. We exchanged glances. And in that instant, we saw the smile in each other's eyes. "I don't want to see them," I said. Marcus nodded at once without any hesitation. "Alright. Then, I'll get someone to ask them to leave."

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

It’s him! “What have you brought here? Explain yourselves or die.” “Sir, we present you the Red Rose. The huntress you have wanted dead for many years. She came here today, in the guise of a prisoner, with the intention to kill you. We convinced her that we would work for her, knowing that it would allow us to bring her to you, unaware of the danger she would be in. She is at your mercy, to do with as you wish Sir. She also has another identity; this woman is the new Luna of the Blue Flame pack.”

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.

"Princess Arah, the others will lead you to the bath, please follow them, your highness." I saw one of the other maids coming closer to me and making hand gestures for me to follow them. I got towards the with one of the maids following behind. As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose.

The wheels are coated with gold and the dome itself is adorned with blue diamonds. “This way, Rose,” Dmitri says. Roseanne is a little hesitant because she is not accustomed to someone calling her Rose yet, he calls her so casually. She walks past him, her cheeks still red and climbs into the carriage. Dmitri follows her in. He seems to be wanting to talk to her but Roseanne looks away. The memory of the kiss is haunting her and she wants to erase that horrendous moment from her life. How did she even kiss him back? Why is the mate bond making her so weak?

Still slowly shaking my head back and forth in adamant denial, I said, “No…no, that can’t be right.” My absolute unwillingness to believe such a thing amused her. “It is.” She clipped another rose for Mrs. Pan. I gaped at her. “But…” Spinning wildly, I found a rose that was an exception to her rule. “There!” I pointed. “You have a black rose, right there.” Her lips tightened as she held in a smile. “Look again, Hollander.” I stormed to the rosebush in question and knelt to its level before the redness of it began to show through. “I’ll be damned,” I murmured in awe. “It’s not black; it’s just a dark, dark red.”