Laced Roses Novels & Stories

I didn’t understand the fundamentals on how it worked, I just knew that it wasn’t by magic. Around the water fountain where neatly trimmed and healthy green bushes. A limestone walk way had been placed around the fountain, connecting it to three other possible routes from the Science center. One lead to the Palace, the Knight training center, and the Town Center. Along each walk way was a lining of rose bushes decorated with many different colors. My favorite ones where the black roses, their petals seemed significantly softer than the others. The smell so sweet and intoxication that I always find myself bending over and sniffing them every time I pass. They said that these specific roses wh

Rose chuckled to herself at that thought, it would have to be one hell of a man. Arriving at the academy Rose saw Madame Blanchard talking with another lady by the main courtyard, this must be Madame Gruage. She was shocked to see this lady in what... breeches?! They made her look slimmer and showed off her shape more than any imagination needed. She had long raven black hair braided down her back and wore a blouse tucked into her pant-breeches with what looked like riding boots. Instantly Rose reconsidered her choice of attire, she was not at all dressed for riding! Now more nervous than ever, her carriage pulled up to deliver her to whatever awaited with this woman.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

Camela’s dress, still adorned with silk threads, began to absorb her blood, turning the white lace into a red hue that faintly glowed. She stood frozen in terror as she felt a wave of fear wash over her, realizing that the threads weren't merely pieces of fabric; they were alive. They tightened around her chest and crept up toward her throat. “No…no, not again…” she murmured. Her father’s voice drifted through the air. “Daughter, don’t fight it. Lace is a memory. Lace is a gift. With enough blood, it will keep you strong.” The lace pulsed in response. For a brief moment, the bindings around her wrists loosened slightly while the flowers hissed in disapproval.

I need to move fast. I sprint up the stairs to my bedroom. I grab my leather jacket from the bed. I do not even bother to zip it up. I run back down to the main hall and stop by the glass vase near the front door. Inside the vase sits a massive bouquet of Crimson Roses. I spent a fortune on them last week. They are rare. They are supposed to be completely irresistible to any high-ranked female wolf. The scent is thick and sweet, almost suffocating. I rip the flowers out of the vase. Water drips onto my boots and splashes across the polished floorboards.

Lydia is Allen's mistress, and he's allowing his side piece to take place! Jade's face darkened. She turned to Allen, feigning anger. "Apologize to Rosie, you fool!" However, Allen raised his chin and replied, "I did nothing wrong. I will not marry Rosie because of such outdated, feudal relics from our elders! Love is love! I will leave if you two keep forcing me on this. "Rosie, you were raised with modern education. Why are you acting so old-fashioned?" His words enraged Jade. Allen's father, Jack Walter, slapped him lightly on the head. "Stop talking!"

It's like my mom is here with us too, approving of our union. When Rosie turns, the violet undertones of her gray eyes make them appear almost lavender as the purple lace dress draws attention to them. She has pulled her hair off her neck, using two pearl combs, putting her fresh mark on display, and from each ear dangles a matching teardrop earring. She is wearing a pair of my mother’s old satin pumps as well. Thankfully Rosie and my mother are close enough in size to make this possible because she looks every inch the Luna.

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.

Just outside the city gates, a patch of Lias Roses curled up towards the sky. They were beautiful. Elegant in their shape, something akin to a heart, and their colors changed depending on the emotion one felt when presenting them. Lias Roses could read the emotions of your heart through your Lias, but few people picked them. Their thorns were quite annoying, as once they pricked someone, the thorns grew larger, the size tripling for every little drop of blood on it. If one got stuck within a neck, the victim would die immediately. Silas appeared with a book in his hand, his hand cast out towards the bush.

A few wide-open creamy roses were added to each arched hedge as decoration. The Dusk Roses on the right, though, caught my attention the most. It was crammed with fully bloomed-red roses. Some were late crimson like the first glass of wine you drank in the morning, some were velvety scarlet like a medieval old-fashioned dress you wore, some were seductive red like the apple in the garden of Eden, and some were newly red like rouge on a girl who is waiting for her date. Augustine took my hand and stopped in front of the Dusk Roses, he ran his hand through my hair, and his blue eyes that shone under the moonlight stared at me, I almost assumed that he would say a vow in those roses' witness.