Deadly Rose Novels & Stories

Kael Blackclaw, the Rogue King, disguised himself as a delivery man to assassinate my mate, the Alpha of the Moonbane pack, Lucas Wolfgang. However, it was Valentine's Day that day, and Lucas was busy celebrating a romantic evening with his lover and childhood friend elsewhere. When Kael realized that he had failed in his assassination, he took my daughter, Tina Wolfgang, as hostage and forced me to drink the deadly wolfsbane potion. I tried my best to distract him with lighthearted chatting while sending Lucas an SOS signal through our mind link.

She’s sitting at her desk with her laptop open, looking worried and tired like she didn’t sleep well either. “I’ve been thinking about that letter all night,” I tell her as I get out of bed. “Me too,” Cassie replies without looking away from her computer screen. “Actually, I stayed up late doing some research about black roses.” “What did you find out?” I ask, though I’m not sure I really want to know. Cassie turns to face me with a serious expression. “Black roses have a really dark symbolic meaning. They usually represent death, endings, or revenge. Sometimes they’re used to threaten someone or to say that something bad is going to happen to them.”

Ralphie carefully asked. “Deathly Blood.” With grim swirling around her, she sinisterly replied and then added. “Don’t worry, uncle, I will let you kill him, but let me play with him first.” “If you say so.” Ralphie sinisterly agreed, making me and Rose Ann shake our heads at how their killing instincts played around. ***

I breathed, the realization chilling my blood. "Rose didn't die," Damien said, leaning in so close I could see the flecks of gold in his frozen blue eyes. "She ran. Or rather, she was hidden by someone even Howard is afraid of. But she’s been a ghost for twenty years, and tonight, she finally made a mistake. She called you because she saw the news. She saw the 'Unwanted Bride' finally being claimed."

I smiled for the lens, picked at the ribbon, and opened it. The smell hit first, metallic and sweet in a way that made my stomach turn. Inside was a teddy bear soaked in fake blood, the fur matted dark, glass eyes staring up at me, and a card pinned to its chest. I only saw the first line before my hands stopped working. YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED AT THE GALA. The box slipped. The bear hit the studio floor with a wet sound that was too loud in the sudden quiet. I shoved back from the couch so hard the legs screeched.

--- "The world doesn't change when swords clash or gates are torn open. It changes when someone who has lost every reason to hope still reaches out a hand. When a demon seeks not to destroy, but to remember. When a girl no longer fears who she truly is. Damnation does not always arrive in fire. Sometimes, it hides beneath the petal of a white rose. And if we are brave enough to see ourselves within it... then perhaps, even in the deepest darkness, a future can be born."

When she saw Antoine faint, she nearly fainted herself. “Call the doctor! Hurry!” When Alyse did not react, she quickly scrambled for the call button, but Alyse stepped on her hand. Alyse looked down on her and smirked. “I won’t let you.” The woman’s eyes widened. Terrified, she said, “He’s losing so much blood! If he keeps bleeding, he’ll die!” “Then, let him die. I caused the deaths of Clinton’s parents. Naturally, I can cause Antoine’s as well.” Alyse’s voice was very gentle, and her expression was vicious.

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

The once joyous ceremony had morphed into a scene of unimaginable horror. "Ra - fael!" Hazel's lips trembled as she knelt beside him, her hands stained with the evidence of the tragedy. In her desperate attempt to comprehend the nightmare unfolding, she looked around and realized the brutality extended beyond Rafael. The priest, the congregation — everyone laid on the floor, victims of a senseless act of violence. Her white dress now echoed the crimson tragedy that had unfolded. The sacred space had become a blood-soaked tableau of despair. As Hazel clung to Rafael's motionless form, tears streamed down her face, merging with the blood that stained her trembling hands.