Heavens Rose Novels & Stories

Seven said and moved closer and then closed his eyes Rose started singing 🎶my sleeping angel 🎶I opened my eyes and saw an angel 🎶I took his hand and he lead me to paradise 🎶we sat and our fate was revealed 🎶I saw destiny within his smile happiness was in his heart 🎶and this dream was inside my head 🎶I awoke just as I asleep 🎶but now with you inside my life 🎶and your love inside my soul 🎶 My Sleeping Angel She stopped and checked Seven "Are you sleeping?" She asked "Why are you hiding your voice?" Seven asked and opened his eyes "I guess I'm good" Rose smiled "It's long since I heard a voice like that" Seven said

“Ok! But not now! Not until I make sure they won't be a threat to us anymore! I can't let the slip away. Not when the nephilims are waiting for even one bit of information to be able to put their plans on practice! Uncle Rapha?” “Yes Rose?” “Is there anyway to connect Heaven and Hell through a door? Or is there anyway to leave a portal permanently open? “ “Why do you ask?” “I have a plan, but I might need some help, but before that we have to open up that portal! “Why? What do you intend to do Rose?” “I'm going to unify Heaven and Hell! I'm going to create permanent peace between demons and angels.” “It won't-” “It will work, don't worry uncle! I know what I'm doing! Did you forget that I'm

James soon realized that the Defying Heavens Art was slightly different from the Sacrilegious Ascension. Cultivators must first create microcosms that act as energy reservoirs within their bodies. Then, they would need to consistently absorb and store the energies of heaven and earth inside the microcosms. Once the cultivator unleashed the Defying Heavens Art, those tremendous amounts of energy stored within the microcosms would be released to their surroundings.

His wail split the night, raw, animalistic, a sound that curdled the blood of all who heard it. Hades collapsed to his knees, frozen in silent agony, his eyes locked on his sister’s lifeless body. But then—a hand gripped his shoulder. He turned to see Rose, her face pale, pointing at the sky. Darkness swelled. The once-clear night thickened with rolling clouds, shadows coiling, swallowing the stars. The air turned frigid, suffocating. “What… what’s happening?” Rose’s voice barely reached above a whisper. A dread older than time crawled through the air, slithering under their skin.

The sight would be fitting for the word apocalypse. “What is this?” Rose’s voice had a hint of fear in it. Roosevelt took a quick glance around and a deep breath. “This is just simply one of the days during the Scarlett War.” Rose took a look around once more at the chaos. ‘Simply’ was one of those days. Rose had never thought she’d be seeing such a sight. Then she saw magic circles of many colours forming in the sky. After a second, all of them started shooting out many types of spells. Streams of fire and fireballs, icicles, bolts of lightning and blasts of pure energy were flying out the circles.

Should Rose help her step-mother or not? ***

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

He replied and waved it in the air. Aiden smiled. “Okay what do we have to do?!.” He asked. “We need a black rose, one hundred candles each with a different color. A blue rose and …” “Liam, hold up!!. Black roses don't exist!.” Helios said. “Neither does blue!!.” Marshal and Aiden said. “The exist!, the black roses Yennefer used are substitutes, she used the blood of a…” “A what?!.” They asked him. “A Brachiopods!.”

And that day became the first day he had to face Rose and tell her he wasn't going to work for her anymore. He returned to his packhouse tired and frustrated. He went straight to bed. He never thought Rose would attack his pack. So when he was woken up from his sleep by the sounds he heard. He was startled. He went to the window. It was a surprise to him to see houses on fire. He also noticed the black cloud. Rose had used black magic just like she used during the attack of the earth witches. He knew he was doomed. The door opened and Ryan ran in. "Dad, we are under attack"