Deadly Rose Novels & Stories

The rain in Manhattan didn't wash away sins; it only made the blood slicker on the pavement. Sloane Volkov—known to the underworld as the "Black Rose"—stood in the shadows of an alleyway across from L'Eclat, a club so exclusive its entrance didn't even have a sign. She adjusted the hem of her gown. It was a masterpiece of deep, bruised purple silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. To the casual observer, she was a socialite waiting for a car. To the man she was hunting, she was death incarnate.

--- 7 July 2021, Forest Hills, Oregon — Tragedy strikes the town of Forest Hills once more after authorities confirmed the death of Eleanor Swanson (17), found dead in her bed early this morning by her mother after she went to wake the girl up for school. The coroner pronounced Eleanor’s death at five past nine in the morning from a complication of an anemic condition that had been exacerbated by pneumonia. Local police have not discounted foul play as Eleanor’s older sister, Elizabeth (18), was murdered only a month before in the very next room they found Eleanor in. The cause of Elizabeth's death had been exsanguination, the act of bleeding out the body. There had also been evidence of rap

The rouges paused when her sweet voice turned to ice cold “Well…well…well…you want to know what I’m gonna do?” She asked as she moved a step. Her eyes were glowing gold by now as she told them exactly what she would do “I will kill you and have fun doing it…” She said in a still cold voice. The rouge laughed and then shifted back to wolf form before lunging at her. Rose was quick to grab the rouge by the maw and rip him in half. Blood poured over the ground as she tossed the two halves to the sides. The other rouges growled and crossed the lake to attack her. Rose felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and a gush of fluid hit the ground and run down her leg.

Some in memory of the lives I was forced to take and others to remind me why I was here, why I was so dark and hollow inside. Two tattoos held more meaning than the rest, though. The first is the crest for the Bloodstone pack. It sat just above my heart. Two wolves howled at the moon on opposite sides of a sword that sunk between a crown and shield—roses growing around the tip of the blade.

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

"What are we going to do? They must be his friends. It's all because of me." “I’m sorry, he did die, of course. He died. I can see his divine brain.” Then she continued screaming. Rose yelled at Maya: "Just shut up." Rose fell silent at once. The club was empty now and there were only some terrifying men standing in front of her. Wow, that's just wow. She smiled at the men in front of her. Rose raised another bottle. It had been a long time since she last had such fun: "And now which of you, bitches, wants to die first?"

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

"In case you don't know why I hate you. It's before you're the one to bring an end to black magic" "Wh......wh" Rose pushed the sword deeper until she gave up the ghost. After making sure she wasn't alive, Rose asked for the body to be disposed of. Although her body was disposed of, it got missing, a few hours later and no one could say what happened. **

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

“We could work together, you know.” Rose tilted her head, intrigue sparking in her eyes as Scarlett continued. “Now that Anna’s dead, Damon will be vulnerable. This is the perfect chance to strike again.” “You want to kill Damon?” Rose asked, her curiosity evident, her voice tinged with a hint of eagerness. Scarlett rubbed her chin thoughtfully, her mind racing ahead. “Killing Damon would be difficult—even with Anna’s death, he’s still impregnable. My target is someone else he loves and adores.”