Night Owl Roses Novels & Stories

The Night Lily revealed a majestic blue flower with shining glitters on each petal. I couldn't contain my excitement and quickly turned my head to Ryle, catching him staring at me. Isobel became unconscious. They were extremely close to each other. Our gazes were locked, and Ryle's eyes glowed, reflecting the radiance from the Night Lily. His measured breaths brushed against my face, creating a captivating connection. In my perception, Ryle's presence seemed to suspend the passage of time, slowing it down to a standstill. With Ryle's captivating gaze, I momentarily forgot about the enchanting Night Lily in front of me. The combined glow from the lamp and the flower created a luminous aura, a

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

--- They left her in the sunroom among flowers and warmth, yet it was no longer so possible that the light could enter her. I didn’t go during the day. I couldn’t face the others. But at night… I snuck in. Always after midnight. When Nicholas had finally dozed off in the chair beside her. When the halls were empty, and the silence was sharp enough to cut. I never touched her. I just stood near the window and placed a single wolf rose by the sill. They were rare, deep crimson petals with ash-tipped edges, symbolizing loyalty and death. She’d once said they reminded her of both her curse and her strength.

*** Romaine was still debating if what she saw earlier at Thalia’s garden were real or just a phantom caused by the black rose’s influence. A dozen of black-colored roses identical to a Black Peruvian Rose were growing in Thalia’s rosarium. Though there are black flowers that are quite popular here in Ireland such as the black dahlias and the Queen of the Night tulips, Romaine was still in doubt that the flowers she saw was in any way a Black Peruvian Rose. Considering that the latter has silver linings along the petals’ edges, much like the flower she saw earlier before she left her neighbor’s English-style house.

I breathed. "A sign of hope," Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to examine the rare bloom. "Moon Roses only appear at moments of cosmic significance. They haven't been seen since the fall of the Royal kingdoms." The silvery-blue flower continued to grow before our eyes, unfurling delicate petals that seemed to capture and reflect the light in an almost impossible way. As it reached full bloom, a subtle fragrance filled the room, clean and pure, like the first breath of air after a cleansing rain.

Nightfall coincided with the unfolding of dozens upon dozens of bright dew-covered violet flowers. “These are night widows,” said Hayden softly. “They’re not noticeable during the daytime because their outer petals camouflage with the leaves of the trees where they bloom. The inner petals cannot be touched by the sunlight so the buds remain shut tightly until nightfall when it’s safe for them to blossom and unfold. The dew condenses inside of the flowers,” explained Hayden. “And the drops look like tears and they can only be seen at night. Night widows. I understand,” said Corinna, without taking her eyes off the flowers. “But what do these flowers have to do with anything?” She asked.

Yuna was about to answer that when Minerva calmly interjected. "Yuna, let me tell them about the rose field," Minerva decided, making Yuna check on her for a few seconds before nodding. "Sure." She smiled and let the vampire elder share what she knew about the rose. "First of all, I knew them because both Monte Cruz and Escoffier had their background having a unique bond. And as I was saying about the Escoffier Rose Field, it was the only field that contained wolfsbane and silver, which was not good for any one of us. However, for some reason, this type of rose wasn't bad between the family of Orlok and the Escoffier. Since there was no bad effect in them, Rose Ann gave a plant to her vampir

So this was why he’d told me yesterday that he’d meet me outside when I was done with work. He’d been planning this. I shook my head, smiling as I walked closer. The scent hit me first. Moon-blessed roses. Wild night blooms. Wolfroot is hidden underneath. My wolf stirred, purring low in my chest, pleased, safe, and happy. I closed my eyes and breathed it in as I needed it to survive. “Show-off,” I muttered, but my lips were already smiling.

The hotel staff also brought up the prepared ninety-nine roses. According to Oskian customs, ninety-nine means forever, which was an excellent symbol of love. Fortunately, the flowers prepared by the hotel concierge were all very well-known top varieties, each of which was very fresh, delicate, and flawless. At this time, Yashita’s eyelashes fluttered slightly in the bathtub. Rosalie, who had not taken even half a step away, realized that her mother would wake up soon. So, she quickly headed to the right side of the bathtub, gently reached out her hand, and followed her mother’s right shoulder as she searched all the way in the mud.