Deadly Rose Novels & Stories

"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.”

“And I also know you’re still here, talking to me instead of throwing me out.” My hands clenched at my sides. “Because throwing you out wouldn’t stop you from coming back.” “You’re right.” He closed the remaining distance between us until I could feel the heat of him. “Rose, you and I… we don’t just end.” “I want it to,” I whispered. His expression barely changed, but I caught the flicker of something in his eyes — something dangerous. “You think you can cut me out of your life, and that’ll be the end of it? You forget who I am.”

"Things feel rather easy right now, dying with my beloved woman. I'd like to which of our guns are faster, yours or mine." He gently held up Rosalie's hand and kissed it. "Rose, we've been through thick and thin. In the afterlife, I'll continue fighting with Justin over you. We'll see which of us will be the ultimate victor." "Theo, kill him, quick!" Rose yelled. "Don't bother about me! Kill him and tear him to pieces! Make sure his soul is completely annihilated, so he won't stand a chance at getting reincarnated!" Rosalie's wrath burst forth at that moment as she yelled at the top of her lungs, completely losing control of herself.

She stared between Crassus and Camille, the two people found at the scene of Rose's death. "I believe you were with Rose during her dying moment and she must've shared some things with you. What are they?" She asked with a light flick of her finger. Crassus scoffed, "You just lost a very important vampire and all you can think of is the fact she must've left a message for you? So unbelievable, Drexa!" Drexa wasn't ready to exchange words with Crassus so she just clapped her hands twice and a dozen armed men appeared in front of her.

I felt bad for the hunky who was to die. "Ro-" "Serena," she stopped me from calling her by her code name. She always went by her code name Rosa whenever she wanted to kill, and if she succeeded in her mission, she would drop a black rose on the victim's body. She wanted the black rose to stand as her signature; on the news, the reporters would call her by the name everyone else had chosen to call her - Black Rose. "Black Rose has struck again" is what they would say. The anonymous, skillful, and unfathomable agent of the grim reaper, Maria.

It was accompanied by a clap of thunder that made people around tremble. Rose snarled. “I'm grateful that all these people bear me witness. I warned you to stay away and you refused. Better start saying your final prayers!” Dale wasn't shaken. What no one else was that he too had been burned and etched in the dark powers. He was seconds away from summoning the dark spirits to seize him and get him fortified to face her. Meanwhile, Rose was lost. She hovered in the darkness watching her flesh being turned into a vessel of violence. She pleaded for the wheel back but the force seemed to be adamant on being the end of her before it released her.

Instinctively, I looked up. And then I saw him. He stood at the top of the stairs. Tall. Commanding. The light carved sharp shadows across his flawless face, every angle a weapon. His dark eyes locked on mine—steady, unreadable, merciless. My breath hitched. My entire body froze. Because the person staring back at me was someone I swore never to see again.

"Braxton was crazy." "Was he?" Spit flew off Snake's lips. "You betrayed me just like Rose did. Nearly had me killed in the games." "Rose did that?" I kept my voice as concerned as possible. This was a mind game and I didn't know how to play. "Don't act like you give one shit about me, girl! You'll die just like her. Brax never knew, but I killed Rose. Don't worry, I won't chop you up like I did with her. You'll turn soon enough, but before that, I'll throw you in the holding room with the zombies. Maybe you'll even kill one of your friends when they find you."