One Cursed Rose Novels & Stories

The curse of the Blood Moon Forest, was broke when Kitty pulled the rose out of Erebus. The rose feeds on life, so it would consume the life of the host, until "sacrifice made", which asked for another life to sacrifice itself by feeding the rose to lure it out of the host -- of course, the rose would have to ripe first. The rose had ripped for some time before they finally reached the edge of the curse. Kitty was right on that -- The curse cannot be broken by over feeding the rose, once the host got to the edge of the forest, but was still able to feel the rose, it simply just consumes the energy without growing more.

I take a deep breath as I quicken my pace. 'I can do this' I mutter, the words repeating themselves in my head like a mantra. To my surprise, no one's at the East wing of the castle either and believe me, I find it really odd. Soon, I arrive in front of an open double door with lilac curtains that are pulled apart at the entrance to reveal what looks like a lavishly furnished royal chamber. Framed photos of the queen herself, decorates the walls of the room. As soon as I step into the room, I instantly smell smoke and cedar. Then, I see it. Standing almost ten feet in height is a tree bearing rose flowers that are a mix of red and grey. This must be the flame rose. I move towards it and pluc

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

“You’re right, Silver. But the connection between the curse and the ancient spirit wasn’t complete as of when you just clocked eighteen. And that’s when I felt it. A pull. I had always experienced eerie pulls at my body, but this was a different case entirely. It was a violent, magnetic force yanking at my chest. The aroma of concentrated lavender, pine and rose mixed together filled my nostrils. My breath caught. “My mate is around.” Zorry’s voice echoed in happiness. Mate. Zorry’s whisper seared through me like a band. “Mate. Our mate is close.” I stood, every nerve alert. My feet moved before my mind could catch up. Past the fire pit. Through the trees. Deeper into the night. My skin buzz

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Look at you, Amelia. You're like a madwoman!" She pointed out the car window. "Do you know where we are? This is where the wolves tore Heidi apart! I'm going to make sure you meet the same fate!" Fear gripped my heart, yet I did not seem to care. Death might even be a relief at this point. "Go to hell!" Mandy flung open the car door and shoved me out. I hit the ground hard, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the sorrow in my heart. Soon, the car's headlights faded into the distance, leaving me engulfed in darkness.

Her brows wiggled in untidiness. "Shield of protection but from what?" "A deadly curse," he answered, widening her eyes. He was cursed too? But how? "Just like you when I was in my mother's womb, she inhaled some kind of white rose as she used to love roses a lot like I had told you before but that white rose was cursed. Someone had put some kind of evil spell on it and then brought it to my mother and after she inhaled its fragrance, that evil spell started doing its work on me,"

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”