Naga Court Of Thorns And Roses Novels & Stories

She placed it in my hand. "Repeat after me." "I leave my old loyalties at the door." I repeated her. "I will hold what is beautiful even when it bleeds me." I repeated that too. She smiled. "Now squeeze." I looked at the thorns, then I closed my hand. One thorn drove into my palm. Then another. Warm blood slid between my fingers and fell onto the stone. I waited. Nothing changed. I was still me. Joanna took the rose from my hand.

My name is Alexandria Rivers. I am 17 years old. I am the daughter of Joyce & Edward Rivers, Beta's to Alpha Brian Jackson of the Green Wood pack. My brother, Tyler Rivers, is best friends with the future Alpha Mason Jackson, and also next in line to become Beta. Alpha Brian and Luna Samantha have always been very kind to me. Mason and I began dating in middle school, and Luna Samantha has been teaching me how to be a Luna, in case Mason and I are mates. I finally get to shift and find my mate in 1 week. I'm really hoping Mason is my mate. My mother says that with the mate bond, you can feel what she described as "Sparks" when you touch your mate. Mason and I have both noticed a tingling sen

The roses fell from my hands and it wasn’t until Andre took hold of my hands and held them up that I saw the thorns embedded on my palms, as droplets of blood rolled down my arm. “Poor thing.” Andre shook his head. “If you continue to resist, blood will become a permanent sight for you; pain will be your most trusted companion. So decide. Become my mate and let your rogue puppy live or let him die a slow painful death. I have decided not to sacrifice you though. It would be much more fun watching you suffer every day for the rest of your life, regretting not choosing the right path.” I felt icy fingers clutch my heart in their iron grip. “That wasn’t what you told me-”

, I begged in-between laughter and tears. "That's not good enough rose" he smirked, flashing his beautifully dimpled cheeks at me. "Mom! Dad!! Help..Please..Royce stop!! I'm sorry." I begged, writhing underneath him like a worm. "Whose the boss Roselle??" he asked shooting me an evil grin. "You are. You're the boss Royce..please stop" I begged trying to pry his fingers off my ribs. "I can't hear you" he shouted, feigning to be deaf

“Soon… Sun cannot peek into your chambers like before. You won’t be in the lotus pond but the red rose garden full of thorns. Yet Red roses are a symbol of love, if you are smart and genuine you will find precious treasures like love and more. If not king of darkness awaits your arrival. “The rose garden not only has thorns but also black roses and hidden roses. Beware of them. When you find hidden roses… the purpose of your life will b unveiled. Yet there is a dead tree which was trying to gain life with you, don’t let it get to you. If it gets to you there will be no rose garden or lotus pond. Careful, be smart, and trust nobody but you,” the witch said. Adira was in shock when she heard h

Holloway, standing discreetly behind a display of tulips, had to cover a smile. Finally, Amara took pity on him. She slipped her hand into his and tugged him closer to a table covered in deep crimson roses and delicate white gardenias. “These,” she said softly. “Red for love. White for new beginnings.” Rafael stared down at the flowers like they might bite him. Then he looked at her. At the way her eyes shone with excitement. At the way her fingers lingered on the petals, so gentle, so sure. “Alright,” he said roughly. “Whatever you want, bella.”

Only those many years had saved him from death. “I brought... the roses... sir...” he said fearfully, and it only took one glare to understand that he had to leave them on the table and get the hell out. I watched them for a long time. Red as blood and perfumed like the scent of a lusty woman. That was when I took out the lighter and lit one of them, watching it burn to ashes, dying before my eyes. I was so damn pleased to see its petals burn and fall off the bulb. Then I lit another one, and the feeling was even more exhilarating. Like I had the power of life and death.

Martinez lifted my limp body out of the leather seat as if I weighed nothing. I instinctively buried my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of tobacco and leather. His grip on me was tight, possessive, and unyielding as he marched toward the grand entrance. But as we reached the threshold, my eyes snapped wide open. The massive, reinforced front doors of the mansion were swung wide open, banging slightly against the interior walls. The guards who were supposed to be securing the entrance were nowhere to be seen. And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the nigh

Daisy got into the car and closed the door. Caleb leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed. Sweat covered his forehead. Daisy looked out the window. The lights of Verdant Manor grew farther and farther away as thick smoke rose into the night sky. She tightened her grip around the divorce agreement in her hands. This time, she was truly free.

Julian was limping slightly, his shoulder bound with a strip of silk torn from a library curtain, but his grip on his rifle was unshakable. "The helipad is beyond the stone labyrinth," Julian whispered, his breath visible in the freezing air. "He’ll have his elite guard there. The 'Thorn-Eaters.' They don't miss, Sloane." "Neither do I," she replied. The garden was a masterpiece of Gothic cruelty. Statues of weeping angels watched them from the mist, and the scent of damp earth was overwhelmed by the heavy, cloying fragrance of the Don’s prized black roses. Suddenly, a red laser dot danced across Julian’s chest.