Night Owl Roses Novels & Stories

These flowers, delicately attached to pearls for added weight, were tossed into the open windows of the carriage as a symbol of admiration and luck. The oxyplant flowers, known for their luminescent beauty and enchanting fragrance, filled the carriage with a captivating aura. Each blossom boasted an array of vibrant colors, ranging from azure blues to coral pinks, captivating the senses of the princesses. The delicate petals shimmered as they caught the dappled light filtering through the water, casting an ethereal glow within the carriage. The sweet scent of the flowers enveloped Nerissa and Madissa, filling their hearts with a sense of joy and gratitude.

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

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.

Sweet scented smoke filled the air and she could smell the stew. “Oh, good! You’re awake. You can help me carry these to the Lycan territory. It’s time to find Raven. We have to anoint her with these oils I’ve prepared. I have lilac oil, rose oil, iris oil, rosemary oil and carnation oil. There’s many to anoint her with and it must all be done. I have nightshade, honeysuckle, cumin, castor, cat whiskers, malts and plantains. We will make the circle out of them. Are you ready?”

When she tackled me to the floor with that feral look in her eyes, I knew I was going to have to hold on tight as the primal heat roared in her. Sirens breed differently to others. But Rosa is not just a wolf, she is a tribrid. She has a small amount of a siren in her thanks to Jadara. But it’s not the siren part or the wolf I am worried about. It is the Angel as a whole. I have only ever had sex with one other, and that was Lyra. Rosa is a virgin and if circumstances were different, I wouldn’t be doing this on the forest floor. I’m pulled out of my thoughts with her sinful tongue licking from my chest to my throat. Her hands grabbing my ass, pulling me closer to her.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

‘He is either unconscious or far enough away that I cannot reach him. This imposter showed me through a set of doors and out into a garden. Rose bushes lined the path. The layout matched Bloodmoon’s lower garden, but something still seemed off. “I have been working on some new cultivars. The white ones over there are new. Do you like them?” “They are beautiful.” I let the silence hang for a moment before I found the courage to speak. “Nolan, I have to ask you something.” “Yes?” “Why do you not have a scent?”

The evening draped itself over the estate like a velvet curtain, the sky deepening from soft lavender to a bruised, inky purple. Lanterns flickered along the garden paths, casting trembling shadows that danced across rows of rose bushes. Their petals—red, pink, and the occasional rare white bloom—glowed faintly under the last light of the day. Stone statues, weathered and moss-covered, stood as silent witnesses to the drama unfolding in the fading light. The air was rich with the scent of earth, damp roses, and something faintly metallic, a lingering tang that made Nickey’s pulse tighten.

"Summon Elder Pei and Beta Prime Marcus to the Royal Study immediately!" *** The Phantom Nightshade bloomed only once every five years. Its petals were a deep, bruising purple that emitted a strange, intoxicating fragrance. Under the moonlight, the flower seemed to refract light like shattered stars—breathtakingly beautiful, yet fatal. It was known as the Flower of Death. If a wolf ingested even a speck, their insides would liquefy within moments. Its cultivation was notoriously difficult, requiring a specific balance of soil and shade. Many high-born she-wolves in the Royal Capital had attempted to grow it for its beauty, but only one had succeeded: Beta Prime Marcus’s daughter, Cassandra.

I gathered a ball of dark energy in my palm. A figure stepped out from the shadows of the tall trees. He was wrapped in a tattered dark cloak, his face hidden by a hood. But I knew that stance and I knew the way he breathed. "Ezekiel?" I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. He didn't come closer. He stayed at the edge of the light. He slowly reached into his cloak and pulled out a single flower. It was a Lunar Rose, a flower that only grew in the deepest, most dangerous parts of the Northern mountains. It glowed with a soft, pale blue light.