Poisonous Rose Novels & Stories

She scans the boy, her nostrils flaring. “He’s tagged,” she mutters. Runic light flares over his skin, tiny, web‑thin brands pulsing violet. “A Binding brand... very old.” I shake my aching hand; the thorns’ wounds knit, but black residue clings. “They tried to poison me through him. Roses of Morvath. Touch‑activated spectral toxin.” Nyrielle blinks. “Those haven’t bloomed in centuries.” “Someone cultivated them. Here.” Kaia grips the infirmary sink. “Meaning one of our classmates is harboring Boundless seeds?”

It reflects in the mirror, showing a mixture of darkish and reddish colors, confusing me more as I try harder to figure out where I have seen something like this. "Val…" she calls. I do not answer. I don't want to be distracted. The idea seems to be coming. Where do I know this from? Or where I saw it from. Roses. Yes. I saw this in the movie, Roses. Realization dawns on me and I gasp when it suddenly hits me what this mixture really is. Poison. Slow poison. Made from flowers. Before I can turn back to begin my rounds of questions on how this got here and who gave it to her so I can inform Rocco as soon as possible, something hard hits me from behind and I find myself falling to the ground.

“Sir, you should know that Veilroot poisoning is no accident. Obtaining the poison is—” “Difficult, I know,” Isaac cut him off. “It’s collected only from the thorns of Dusk Roses, then extracted carefully into an oil.” When he noticed the puzzled expression on my face, he added with a shrug, “I did occasionally pay attention during my tutoring sessions.”

So I placed on a smiling face and pointed at some flowers, which where at the peak of their bloom and asked, “Do you have any knowledge about flowers?” “Yes I do Alpha” he replied and pointed at a purple rose with spikes and said happily, “that’s a devil snare, a poisonous flower that can make a fully grown wolf run mad, not sleep and have hallucinations, then if not treated urgently…it can lead to death.” “Oh..” I said and turned back to look at him in admiration, “that’s impressive.”

He gentley put me up against the wall, his arms trapping me in. "Mmmm.... You smell so fucking good." Wyatt purred in my ear as he sniffed my neck. Shivers went through my entire body. He grabbed ahold of my waist and pulled me towards him. Sparks. Holy shit! The sparks! That's the mate bond! I really did have a second chance mate! And dear Goddess, was he sexy. Tall, Handsome, Buff and covered in tattoos.

Some after revealing their roots they covered them back and some they but in a purse hanging around their waist. ‘Why are you guys digging up grass?’ ivory asked as she watched them doing their thing. ‘It’s isn’t just any grass, it’s snow grass’ Indigo replied. ‘Snow grass, what are those’ ivory asked looking around; Natasha shakes her head indicating she doesn’t know too. ‘It’s a type of grass which is used to make medicine and potion’ indigo replies ‘the older it gets the stronger its properties’. ‘Then why are you looking at their roots and covering them back’ Natasha asked.

I stop one of the guys from going up by stepping on his foot and twisting my foot as Aiden ran upstairs and as soon as he was up I shot the other guys leg making sure none of them leave the hall ad follow Aiden. I ran up the stairs only to find Aiden trying to shoot Kend while on top of him as Kaden tried his best to stop it. I was about to shoot when a huge glass pot came chrashing down on Aiden's head. I stepped back as I see Rose standing over behind the now unconcious Aiden and her hands shaking. Aiden pushed him aside careful shaking his chest off any broken glass pieces and asking if Rose was okay. "Thanks" He said and I nodded.

I held my breath, breaking out in sweat as his proximity made fear spread through my now shivering frame. "You see... The Black Rose is a bad crowd to stick with. They'll lead you to your death. As a friend and a man who's insanely attracted to you... I advise you to cut all ties with them." His smile remained on his face, his voice still the same low, soft lilt it had been since he started speaking. Yet... There seemed to be venom in every syllable, burning through my skin like acid, making my heart pound painfully against my chest. I was afraid. This man... there was something about him, something sinister. He was going to hurt me. He wanted to hurt me.

The obsidian flower—a colossal, shifting structure of organic glass and silver nectar—loomed ahead, its petals vibrating at a frequency that turned my bones to jelly. Dante was fighting, his human hand clawing at the roots while his obsidian arm threw off erratic, blinding sparks. But the island was winning. This wasn't a tech-war; it was a biological reclamation. The "poison" in our veins was being called back to its source, and we were just the containers being emptied. "Ivy! Release the feedback!" Dante roared, his voice nearly drowned out by the grinding of stone and metal.

The waterfall roared louder than usual, but a rancid smell overpowered the usual scent of roses. Rogues were waiting for her, not Xavier. One of them was the unkempt man from the market. Rose readied herself, then she felt him. Xavier, running flat out, drawn by the bond. He burst into the clearing, eyes blazing. “Rose, run!” “No, we fight together.” Then the wild roses moved like a living thing. They had always grown thick here, but tonight they came alive. Vines wrapped her ankles, thorns gentle against her skin, petals brushing her face.