Haunted Rose Novels & Stories

Rose yelled pointing at herself trying to make her presence known. "Boss, is there really a ghost in the car?" "You are a ghost! Your whole family is a ghost!" Rose stopped as she raised her hand to look at herself. It was then she realized that her palms are white and transparent, She continued as she looked down at what she was wearing only to see a huge white wedding gown that has been stained with blood. "It must be a dream?" She muttered as she closed her eyes and opened it again, but she still looked the same.

“What are you talking about? Explain.” “The forest... the night the sky bled red,” Rose’s mental voice was a frantic, papery whisper that made my skin crawl. “When the hunters dragged me away. They didn’t want me dead; they wanted me broken. They kept me in a cage of rusted silver. Roland’s wife... she was a frequent visitor. She didn’t come with mercy. She came to watch the light die in my eyes. To watch me bleed.” Rose took a shuddering breath, her eyes darting toward Lyra’s motionless form with a look of pure dread.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

Rose walked to her to hug her, and I heard her whisper " If you don't let this come to pass, then I’m afraid you will doom us all " Rose said. My head stopped hurting after I gave into the pain it was causing, which caused me to hunch over. My body was feeling warm. Too warm. When it died down, I looked back up and they were both gone. Instead, the vision changed, and I was standing in a forest of pale trees. The trees looked as if they were smoking, as there was a misty fog all around. I looked around, but no one was here. However, the chill on my neck let me know I was not alone. I tried reaching my wolf, but I couldn’t feel her. Through the mist, I could see a black hut with a red door, b

HAYDEN ‘Hayden, isn't that…’ “Rose thorns…” I muttered as I watched Roxanne mingling with the pack, and I took notice of the sudden changes around Roxanne’s energy flow. It was showing again, those rose thorns that seemed alive and swirling around her protectively. ‘Her scent was changing too.’ “Rainfall and bloody roses.” Hearing my wolf's comment, I sniffed the air around my wife, and it was starting to shift as well.

“I’m going to need your assistance for something. I don’t want things to get out of hand and attract the guardians. They’re a pain in the ass.” “You can count on me. I assume you have recalled the girl who has the same rose scent as Cain?” She asks. He smiles. “I have.” He says. Alexis raises an eyebrow. “Roseanna Rosie. She lives at Belhelm.” Alexis giggles. “Oh wow, our hometown.” She cheers. “Be careful of Cain. He’s staying somewhere in that town.” He says. Alexis smiles cockily. “Leave it to me.” She says full of confidence. “But Onyx, how are you going to kill him through Rosie.”

Left standing alone, Rose was left with a whirlwind of emotions, her mind awash with suspicion. Later that night, as darkness blanketed the mansion, Rose found herself standing by the window, gazing out at the serene stillness that enveloped the estate. Suddenly, the piercing honk of a sleek limousine resonated through the air, causing her heart to skip a beat. She knew all too well whose arrival it signaled—Sebastian's presence was unmistakable. The gates swung open on their own accord, as if beckoning her to confront the imminent storm.

“There are only three places here that match your description; it might help.” She sent pictures to my G***l, and one felt familiar, too familiar. “I think it’s the third; please take me with you; I need to go with you, and we need to go now; he might come for me tonight.” Fear laced my words, and although she sounded like she wanted to argue, she agreed. Hundreds of doorbells kept coming from the main entrance, each making my heart jump. It was Halloween night, and kids were coming for trick or treat; it was easier for the school to hide the fact that Rose was murdered under the disguise of Halloween.

Rose slowly placed her phone on the desk, her hands trembling. Romilda was trying to erase herself. And Rose had a bad feeling creep over her. “What are you planning right now, Roe?”

“Because if miss Rose really involved in these murders directly or indirectly it would be simply alerting the culprit.” “Red Rose is already outsmarted to leave a single clue, this killer wasn’t even captured in any single security camera, it’s like he/she appears from the fog and disappears in the fog.” Henry’s long explanation had resulted in Alex drowning in thoughts more and talk less. “You may go now.” Alex wave his hand and Henry went out silently. The file contains the details of Rose that caught Alex’s attention. He opened the file and again his gaze fell on the album-sized photo of Rose.