Fully Bloomed Rose Novels & Stories

“Cousin, stop fidgeting. Let me help you.” I have grown more comfortable around him since we all joined together with Rosie. Yes, he’s still a jerk, but he is also family. “There,” he pats me on the shoulder after adjusting my collar. “Let’s not keep her waiting, shall we?" Together, with my cousin at my back, we walk down the stairs into my living room where the rest of our guests are waiting. Every surface has been covered in roses of every imaginable color, harvested from Evander’s gardens, both on Terra and in Tara, a mixture of magical and traditional blooms--just like our Rosie, they are a mix of everything.

One thing Maebh is certain of: the Blood Rose is beautiful. “It’s a withered blood rose. It cannot be used,” Romaine said as she sipped from her glass that contained a passion fruit juice. The flower turned slowly brownish. Its texture is like that of a vintage paper that can easily be crumbled. “I know. It’s just that I am admiring the flower despite it being withered. It’s so beautiful even though it’s already dead, how much more when it's a vibrant and alive one?” “Hide that, honey. She might see that and will kill you in your own orchard instantly,” Ludwig warned her.

I can't bear the thought of being responsible for Rosa's tear. The breeze becomes stronger and the bud bends to one side almost touching the ground. How I wish it will bloom. I'm sure it will be the prettiest of the lot. And the bud snaps erect again, only that it's not a bud again but a beautiful rose. The breeze dies abruptly. Goosebumps rise from the skin of my arms and a shiver runs down my spine. I can't believe what just happened, am I seeing things? I gulp. "Rosa?" I want to ask if she sees the rose too. If it has bloomed.

“Now?” Krister took his time to look at Rojean altogether and to say he was speechless was an understatement. It was only when Rojean snapped her fingers in front of him did he go back to reality. “Yeah, yeah. That will be fine. You look beautiful by the way, you really look like her. We’ll be sure you can pull her off. And oh by the way, wear her mask.”

She and I had already fought for way too long. At the end of the day, she was my best friend and I loved her like a sister and I wouldn't allow Ivan to break our decade-long friendship for sport. As soon as I stepped into the living room, I gasped. Sitting on the coffee table was an extraordinary bouquet of red roses arranged in an oversized white wicker basket. The roses were dark and densely packed, creating a vibrant sea of rich red blooms. Each rose appeared fresh and lush, with tightly coiled petals that highlighted their classic beauty.

A tiny crimson bead of blood welled up on my skin. "Careful," Greg murmured. He had been standing a few feet away, but at the sight of the blood, he stepped closer, his presence immediately grounding. I reached back in, more cautiously this time, and gently lifted the object out by the stem. It was a freshly cut, incredibly thorny rose. The petals, which must have originally been a dark, velvety red, had been carefully spray-painted pitch black. The edge of every single petal had been meticulously lined with a border of sparkling silver glitter.

“Do you smell it?” My frown deepened. “What nonsense are you blabbering about? Have you lost your mind?” He turned his head away from me, doing that weird sniffing thing. “The whole palace needs to be rid of moonveil blossom.” Moonveil blossom. There was nothing like that planted anywhere on my grounds. “I think you have officially lost it and you better pray to the goddess that I don’t lose my shit.” “Who put this flower here?” He motioned to the discard bouquet. “Whoever put this here is bathed in the moonveil blossom.”

"You used the color absorption technique?" Anathea nodded slightly. "I added red dye to the water tubes hydrating the roses and let them sit for 30 minutes to four hours. It was the perfect timing for a ceremony that would start at 3:00 pm. The color traveled up the stems to the petals, turning the white roses pink." "That's genius!" Evangeline gave Anathea a big thumbs-up. "Only you could think of something like this!" "That's just basic skills." Anathea arched her brows with a bright, slightly playful smile.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

Qri glanced briefly at Emma's expression, gently asking. "A pot of Sea Blossoms." The weather was warm, perfect for flowers to bloom. It wasn't surprising. Emma frowned, glancing at Luther, who had led in someone carrying the Sea Blossom. At a glance, she knew it was a masterpiece. The Sea Blossom flowers were starting to bloom, a vibrant shade of red resembling lipstick. Most were already in full bloom, petals intermingling gracefully, creating a beautiful contrast of shades. The backdrop of the leaves was exquisite, too, with a light and refined green complementing the red perfectly. It was as if the red was floating over the green background, creating an indescribably enchanting scene.