Elden Ring Blood Rose Farm Novels & Stories

I had to get her the most unique ring out there It's a gold rose stem band that loops around her finger. The rock is a red diamond with tiny pieces of real gold flakes inside. The petals around the gem are encrusted with tiny diamonds that glisten when she moves the ring "I'll tell you the answer to that," I say kissing her forehead "It's just could you tell me where your father is at the moment," I ask and she looks up at me with a questioning look. I need to get the antidote I'm already starting to feel the effects of BR12

Sarah made a sharp, gutting motion with her hand. "No," Elara gasped, clutching her throat. "He wouldn't. He was so... gentle." Flashback: The Creek Six months ago. The air had been thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Elara had ventured further into the woods than she should have, lured by the rare bluebells that grew near the Black Ridge border. The ground was slick with morning dew. One moment she was reaching for a flower, and the next, her foot slipped on a moss-covered stone.

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.

DEREK The bouquet was clutched in my hand like a shield, and I was two seconds from turning around and walking back to the car. I’d picked the damn flowers myself—real ones, not store-bought. Lavender sprigs for calm, moon roses because they reminded me of her, and a few wild irises from the edge of the Silverclaw valley. I didn’t know if it was too much. Or not enough. The Moonstone packhouse loomed ahead, a perfect blend of elegance and earth, and I’d barely stepped onto the porch before the door opened and Elena was standing there.

They went reluctantly—like they wanted to keep watching. I didn’t move until the ring emptied. Lila linked her arm through mine without waiting for permission. Bree smoothed her skirt. Nora refused to let go of my hand. “You don’t have to—” I tried. “Shut up,” Lila said sweetly. “We’re escorting you like queens.” I didn’t feel like a queen. I felt like a coin dropped between four magnets. We crossed the training lawn toward the eastern perimeter. Silver Ridge unfurled around us: pale stone towers, glasshouses veined with ward-thread, banners embroidered with the phases of the moon. Even the shade under the lindens felt designed—to soothe shaking wolves and hush wild magic.

Estelle was definitely not going to leave the castle without a hoody next time. The wind shifted again. This time it carried the scent of something sweet—rosemary, frost and the faint metallic tang of the leyline under Frostveil. Estelle frowned. “Do you smell that?” she asked. Adrian inhaled. “ It's Rosemary, it's coming from the herb beds on the east side. The wind’s carrying it over.” “ Do you... Want to see it? ” Adrian sounded somewhat hesitant. “ Mmmh.” Estelle nodded absentmindedly. Just as was about to pull away, Adrian held her tightly and leaped so high he crossed hundreds of meters.

I didn’t ask more questions and trusted Trevor completely. After a few minutes, we stepped into a clearing bathed in soft morning light. My breath hitched as I took in the sight before me. A field of red roses stretched out like a sea of crimson, but these weren’t ordinary roses. Each delicate petal had silver markings, shimmering softly under the sunlight, as if kissed by moonlight itself. I gasped. “Trevor… these are…” “The legendary red roses of Silver Rose Pack. The locals called it Silvermarked Roses,” he said gently.

(Elara's POV) The scent of jasmine and lavender clung to the air, thick and comforting, a stark contrast to the sterile, metallic tang that now permeated my life. Grandma Lyra's greenhouse. It was my sanctuary, a vibrant explosion of color and life nestled within the cold, regimented pack grounds. My fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate petals of a blood-red rose, the thorns a silent warning.

‘Chex, aren’t those territories where only phase one and two can enter’ Nara asked staring at ivory ‘Yeah, that’s where the ice lotus grows; it grows in a cave guarded by white leopards’ ivory stated glancing at everyone. ‘White leopards can be pretty dangerous’ indigo commented ‘it will not be easy to get the ice lotus so how much do each of us get’. ‘Fifty merit points’ ivory proposed. ‘It’s too little’ Nara said looking at her nails. ‘anything you find will be yours well except the ice lotus, the area is filled with animals which cost a lot so even if we do not get the ice lotus we’ll still earn a lot of merit point’ ivory replied smiling.

He smiled down at me, and extended a hand for me to shake, the hand that wasn't holding on to the books. "Nice to see you too, Dr. Wood, again." I added as I stretched out my hand and held his in a firm handshake. His hands were smooth and soft, like he'd never worked a day in his life. "Alexander works just fine, no need for the formalities, Rose." He chuckled lightly, still holding my small hands in his, yes, small. His hands literally swallowed my hands whole, but even though my palms we're not calloused, they still weren't as baby smooth as his, I did do household chores and on occasion helped out on the farm.