Haunted Rose Novels & Stories

It gave me the opportunity to study her facial profile well. "look what I found, ' scorpion pushed something into my hand. I collected it from him and glanced through it. It was a school ID card. It was hers. "Vanessa Campbell... "I read aloud, the boys laughed mockingly at the name. "so somebody pikin dey answer camp and bell? "scorpion mocked, ensuing more laughter.

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.

Blood. I walked slowly toward the middle tree. The moment I touched it with my head, a wave of energy shot through me. It was like falling into a deep river of memories. My vision blurred. The forest disappeared. I wasn’t standing there anymore—I was somewhere else entirely. The ground was soaked with rain. I saw Rose kneeling on the ground, her long hair tangled and dirty. Her clothes were torn, and her face was full of fear. A shadow stood in front of her. I couldn’t see the person’s face clearly—it was too dark, the image too hazy. But I could feel their anger. The hatred in that presence made my heart ache.

He took two down easily, and for a moment, it looked like he had them beat. He looked towards the roses, as if he knew she was there. The rogue from the market took his opportunity, swinging a blade up. It was silver. The sound it made when it sank between Xavier's ribs would live in Rose’s bones forever. Her eyes had met his in horror. “Rose,” he had screamed out in horror. Pack warriors crashed into the clearing seconds later, drawn by the noise. The remaining rogue ran, and the roses released her as suddenly as they had claimed her. She stumbled out, gasping, dress torn. Xavier’s blood was already cooling on the stones. He was gone.

Then I heard a high pitched scream that hurt my ears , I cover them but I can't but crying, I woke up screaming from the pain I felt in my ears , finally awake . I saw blood all over my hands reaching to my sleeves, I was terrified by the blood I stared at it as I felt what I am seeing ,the blood in my hands , my eyesight is hazy going right and left , I can't focus , that great headache I can't stop it , I touched my head I was moaning , I felt something wet yet warm poured down to my neck , I felt it was drenching from inside of my ears , suddenly the doors were slammed hard and i imagined a ghost of big man leaving my room , I was almost about to scream again , I though I was still asl

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.

I felt like I betrayed my beloved. "I was so afraid, Rose. I thought you were going to die," one of Rose's sisters cried as she walked over to Rose and hugged her. "I am okay, Poppy. Don't cry," Rose said gently as she hugged her back and then she looked at her other sister and gestured for her to come over. The other girl walked over and hugged her. I noticed that all the sisters looked the same. The difference was Rose had green eyes and her sisters had blue eyes.

Absolute. “No.” The room suddenly felt smaller. Rose’s aura shifted, becoming darker and more potent. Her eyes glinted with something sharp—something ancient and dangerous, like a predator quietly marking its next territory. There was no panic. No rush. Just absolute assurance

He throws my body onto his bed and I bounce for a second before his body is on me, his hardening length pressing into the spot between my legs. I try to twist my body and crawl away but Richard is immovable. “Stop!” I cry out, feeling sick to my stomach with fear. Richard forces my legs apart with his body and forces his hands beneath my short black dress. He grips my thighs hard, not enough to bruise as evidence he’d hurt me but just enough to make me feel pain. “Your bodies perfect, Rose. Even some of the female vampires couldn’t compare to you.” He opens a draw and to my horror he pulls out a pair of hand cuffs. Even with me struggling to escape, he managed to handcuff my wrists so they’r

Wanda would not suffer another bout of whatever took Tansy the first time, feeling as if she failed the younger woman by not recognizing what was happening. Tansy knew she needed to reach out and reassure the older woman, but she just didn't have the strength at the moment. Her mind remained scorched with the images she saw of Rose being held captive by the demon, used as a pawn, but to what end? Rose had said Tansy needed to sever something, but never managed to say exactly what. Of course, with what Tansy saw Rose enduring, lack of communication didn't surprise her. Yet, how is she able to communicate at all? She had heard of hauntings, but those resulted from spirits who never crossed ove