Dying Roses Blue Novels & Stories

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

"Check this out! I had someone pick this up from overseas. It's cutting-edge." She revealed a spray that looked like an asthma reliever. "Take a guess. It's the latest breakthrough, supposed to work wonders for your health." "Thanks," I said, giving it a brief look before setting it aside. She did not press on, seeing my lack of excitement. For the next few days, she was all in, the picture-perfect partner—rushing home from work, cooking up a storm, and springing little surprises on me. However, my composed demeanor never wavered.

My beautiful, unique rose. - - - - - -

He left the store with a large bouquet of red Rose's. It was twenty dollars but he believed that it was worth the money and the trouble. He picked them put carefully and made sure that none of them had begun to wilt. He let the florist put a large red bow on them and he left the store with his briefcase in one hand a large bouquet in the other. Seven made his way home, the breeze nipped at his ears and It was a little chilli but, he could handle the temperature. He hurried home and opened the door with his key.

I wonder, would their smiles still be the same knowing what I had done to one of them behind that curtain? I pass by the shelves full of clothes, separated by size. It was mostly neutral colors of blue, white, and gray. Almost immediately a blue blouse caught my attention. It was similar to the blue shirt dress we wore back at the academe. Maybe the old woman was right, maybe the Sisters of Selene were really just the cheap versions of Royal Consorts.

The note read: Violet, My beautiful love I have had a special team working on this hybrid rose for you. Ever since I saw the blue flame I knew I could find a way to show you my love for you. And to remind you that with both flames working together you can do amazing things to help others. I love you. Love Jaylor. P.S. Move the paper to reveal the other present. As soon as I removed the tissue paper I saw a note on top of a dress. The note said Happy birthday on it. As soon as I read the note I thought could it really be that time already? Is is really my sixteenth birthday today? I look down lost in my own thoughts and they immediately come to a halt as I let out a gasp when I see the dress

She had such a good heart. Then she said conversationally, “You know there’s no such thing as black with blue-tipped roses, right?” My mouth sagged open, before I blinked and shook my head, unable to believe what I’d just heard. “Say what again?” “Roses only come in shades of white, red, yellow and purples or variations and mixes between those. Anything else is artificially created.” Still slowly shaking my head back and forth in adamant denial, I said, “No…no, that can’t be right.”

She pointed out the supplies neatly arranged nearby—watering cans, gloves, hoses—everything placed with order and care. “I’ll leave you to your work,” she added before turning and walking away. I stood there for a moment, just breathing. The air felt different here. Pure. Calm. As I moved closer, my eyes caught something that made me stop. Among the roses were ones I had never seen before—soft blue-lavender petals, almost shimmering in the sunlight. I frowned slightly. Blue roses? That wasn’t common. Especially not in New York. How was that even possible?

But these roses were unlike any others; their color was not the usual red or pink, but a rare blue. Under the sunlight, the blue roses shimmered brilliantly, capturing all of her attention. "Blue blood roses..." Tatiana whispered to herself. She then forced a smile, turning away from the window and slowly making her way to the garden. As she approached the center of the garden, she spotted a figure busily tending to the flowers. She called out softly, "...Riley." The figure turned at the sound of her voice, and sure enough, it was Riley, the one who had been rejected the day before.

The humans were constantly killing the blue roses, when asked why and how they did such a thing they always respected the same line of answer. “I and my household admired the roses of the color blue and wished to acquire them in order to beautify our home.” “I obtained the rose only to dazzle the one who holdeth my heart!.” It kept occurring to the point Ava could no longer take it, her strength had dropped drastically, the more roses that were killed the more she was dying. “Mother you don’t look so well!.” Ava’s daughter said. “The roses are dying!.” Ava said. “My baby’s are dying?!!.” Ava cried.