Deadly Rose Novels & Stories

Matteo looked at her. “Someone who died twenty years ago.” Adrian stared at him. “What?” Matteo continued. “The second baby's father is connected to the original Black Rose.” Adrian stepped closer. “Give me a name.” Matteo looked at Elena. “I can't.” “Why?” “Because if I say his name…” A distant explosion shook the cemetery. Everyone turned. Flames rose in the distance. The Black Rose Estate was burning. Rafael smiled. “It's already too late.”

Rose also wrapped an arm around her shoulder protectively when she found her squirming in fear. “This girl, she’s responsible for everything. SHE KILLED JASMINE AND NOW SHE’LL KILL MY ZACHARY TOO!!” She shouted and ran toward Diana like a mad woman. Calix immediately stopped her from hurting Diana but she continued struggling in his hold while screaming at the top of her lungs. Rose stilled on her spot. A soundless gasp escaped her lips as she felt her world come crashing down. Diana quickly held her when she felt her body swaying in the air. She was also devastated but Delphyne’s incendiary remarks struck her body like whiplash.

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

Eira answered, “There are two types of members in Bloody Rose. The first are killers who work out in the open, while the second are assassins who work from the shadows. The killers are all women, and the assassins are all men. The assassins’ main mission is to supervise us in secret. If the killers fail a mission or flee, they’d kill without hesitation. In fact, they’re even allowed to rape the women before killing them.” “Please give me a rough estimation of the headcount,” said Adrian to Eira. “The conservative estimation of all the killers and assassins in Bloody Rose is roughly five million people. The organization’s den is located on a lone island far out on the Sant Sea. They’ve been w

I looked at her and nodded. I did everything I can do. But in the last part, I stopped. There's a rose on the table. But not an ordinary rose. Because this type of rose has magic in it. Within 1 minute this rose will turn into a monster. It's dangerous not because it can turn into a monster. But it will use your weakness against you before it kills you. "Kill the rose." I heard Drake said. I took a deep breath before stepping closer to it. I held it trembling. As I held on to it some memories entered my mind. Memories I don't want to remember anymore.

"And these bones, I guess you could read their dead, right?" "That was different," he said. "I couldn't tell. And I was hungry." Rose arched her brow and sighed. "So, you're free," Fred said. "Indeed I am," Ross said. "It's amazing you came to see me first?" "Why is that?" Fred looked at her and chuckled. "You seem to forget you have countless lovers, Rose. You're the very embodiment of sex. Love. Danger. The Rose is your name. Beautiful, its red petal which signifies love. The allure the effect of the rose creates is sex. And let's not forget the thorn that protects the rose. Danger. You're a mixture of all three in one. Your sisters as regal as they are, none is more important to human sur

He looked at them for a second before responding "Those are the purple iris and the black rose, the purple iris reflects secrecy and omerta, something I take very seriously in my world. No one is allowed to speak of what happens between us, and the other flower, the black rose, speaks of death and murder. If anyone reveals anything of our activities, they would meet a very bad end," he said, and I simply nodded as I took in that information. "Wow, I guess I have a lot to learn here then," I said and laughed a little

"Avril Talbot! How could you be so vicious? I know that you don't like me or my daughter. But didn't you already hurt her enough earlier today? Are you still trying to kill her now?" Velma then threw herself into Dad's arms, wracked with sobs. "Avril knew all along that Layla's deathly allergic to roses, and yet, she deliberately soaked her entire mattress with rose oil! She's trying to kill my daughter!" "Alright, alright. Layla's already taken the medication for it, so nothing bad will happen to her," Dad said, comforting Velma affectionately. He then shot me a disgusted look and said, "I'm thoroughly disappointed in you, Avril. You will be moving out tomorrow. This household will never be

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.