Flaming Rose Novels & Stories

Amira didn’t answer. She climbed into her car, slamming the door shut. The engine roared to life, and without another word, she sped off, leaving Aiden standing on the curb, his hands clenched into fists. Behind him, Michael chuckled. “Now get ready for plan B. Kneel before her for apology ” Aiden shot him a glare before storming to his own car, determined to fix the mess he had made. Amira reached her apartment, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She unlocked the door and stepped inside, only to freeze in her tracks. The living room was filled with flowers—roses, lilies, and her favorite orchids, their vibrant colors filling the space with life.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

She needed some fighting spirit to compete with her! As her footsteps moved through the corridor, she quickly arrived at Chiyoko's bedroom door, which was left ajar. She overheard Nancy enthusiastically persuading her to consume various supplements. Chiyoko was arranging a bunch of champagne roses one by one into a flower vase, wearing a sweet and contented smile. Those vibrant champagne roses were Flora's favorite, symbolizing nobility and purity. Raising her shoes, Flora involuntarily walked towards that exquisite bouquet. Her appearance caught Nancy's attention, who looked at her with a hint of gloating before leaving. Chiyoko also noticed her, and her smile deepened.

“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.

"Flaws? What are they, exactly? I wanna know." Dante adjusted himself well on his seat. He began listing them one after the other, counting his fingers, "One, you're too egoistic. Two, you still haven't apologized for spilling water on me. Three, your hairstyle makes you look old. Four, your stature is just not for me. Five, your smug smirk is just so ugly. Six, you're just not my type!" As Dante listed on, Zeke couldn't stop laughing. Keane, on the other hand, felt as if a knife pricked his heart as Dante listed every flaw. His pride was greatly hurt and it was visible on his face.

, I begged in-between laughter and tears. "That's not good enough rose" he smirked, flashing his beautifully dimpled cheeks at me. "Mom! Dad!! Help..Please..Royce stop!! I'm sorry." I begged, writhing underneath him like a worm. "Whose the boss Roselle??" he asked shooting me an evil grin. "You are. You're the boss Royce..please stop" I begged trying to pry his fingers off my ribs. "I can't hear you" he shouted, feigning to be deaf

She was now surrounded by the beautiful roses and even smelled as fragrant as the roses. One branch of the roses crept up behind her until to the top of her head. It became a rose tiara in an instant. Another branch of the rose crept beside her and became a staff with roses on the tip. Its body was entwined with each other like twigs and emitting an enticing red. Her eyes gleamed even redder as she looked straight in my eyes. She opened her red lips. “I am Chlofloris, the mother of rose wielders. Now Little Girl, you should know me, wouldn’t you?”

On the couch, Rose writhed and squirmed her entire body in desperation while tearing her clothes off her body She didn't know why but her whole body was engulfed in some kind of unbearable hot flames "Ahh!, please, save.. hot!, I can't bear it!.. Ahh!," The pain of being jilted can only lead to another pain for life All Hearts!!

From the glow rose a single spark that drifted upward, caught in the wind, and vanished into the clouds. A signal. “Let the packs see it,” I whispered. “Let them know the moon bleeds again.” Varyn’s men moved to the edges of the ruin, lighting torches, feeding them to the storm. The smoke curled crimson, thick and deliberate, rising into the gray sky. Far away, I knew, he would see it Ares in his fortress, watching the same smoke climb the horizon like a scar. I turned my face toward the forest, where the goddess’s silver still slept.

She grabbed her mother’s old journal, flipped through. Then stopped. "Only the blood daughter will awaken the prophecy. When fire blooms in the garden, the dead will rise." She inhaled sharply. Fire. Garden. She bolted out of the room. Rose Garden – 1:11 AM The flames danced like serpents, devouring the rows of blood-red roses. By the time Yuri, Sang-woo, and Devin arrived, half the garden was already blackened. A single metal stake stuck out from the center, glowing from the heat.