Flaming Rose Novels & Stories

I dropped to my knees and the floor was hot and the flames were climbing the curtains and the ceiling was catching. "No," I whispered. "No, no, no." The fire was everywhere. The costumes were ash and the makeup was melting and the flowers were black. The walls were scorched and the ceiling was dark and the air was thick. I was going to die here. I was going to burn. The magic rose. It came from somewhere deep and dark and hungry. The ice surged and the cold spread and my hands were shaking. I wanted to freeze the flames and stop the fire and save myself.

The pouch spilled open. Inside was a white rose, fresh and beautiful with a red stem, along with stone fragments and a piece of the black ring fell out from the pouch. Suddenly flames erupted around the room. Masked figures dressed in red silk reappeared, forming a circle around them. "Well?" Vincent asked into the silence. Camela clutched the rose tightly. As she raised her head, her fiery eyes scanned each masked watcher. The rose in Camela’s hand wilted, its petals turned to ash. A sharp voice cut through the firelight:

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

in my mothers voice. “You’re not real.” I screamed. “Yes we are” a tree growled behind me. I search around I know he’s here somewhere, but where. The only thing here are flowers. That’s it he’s got to be hiding in one of them. I focus on the small flowers around me and one by one they ignite into flames until a small flower barely a foot tall lets out a blood curling scream, a black creature with purple eyes darts out at me. I throw fire balls at him but he’s so tiny and fast I miss every time.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

Or was it not a sweven? She could still imagine that very moment in their P.E.class when her whole body gradually hardened and somehow she herself was turning to a…to a rose. Not just a rose, a blood rose. Or was it just an ordinary rose? She’d never seen an actual blood rose before anyway and Rozelyn bet that it was far more different than any other roses. It possesses such extraordinary abilities and so it shall also possess an extraordinary appearance. She licked the blood from her finger, making her tongue taste the blood that it had been craving.

[Rose] My eyes opened at seven, my legs sore because of the heels. I was hungry and Tired. But something in me clicked. I didn't want to work for this office anymore. I didn't feel like working for something I did not apply for. I was supposed to be an editor. I was supposed to be working on projects that I trained for. But I was instead given the position of an assistant, I had to bring coffee, and get copies. Then prepare for meetings I was not involved in. I was never involved. I only sat at a chair noting things. For my boss.

She was looking at Roose with angry eyes and wondered how this girl could come back from the place where she had sent her. When Marcas said all this, Roose looked at him surprisingly and Christian eyes narrowed with anger after listening to all this. Marcas gave the flowers to Roose and Roose took a deep fragrance of that beautiful fresh lily that fragrance changed Roose's mind . She enjoyed that fragrance. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly. And Christian observed her expression angrily.