Poisonous Rose Novels & Stories

He wondered. Some moments later, the large gate opened for them to go in. A long tiled road came into view. It was such a beautiful setting. At each side of the road, beautiful flowers and tress were planted. They were still in Saint Hok but Dante felt like he entered another world entirely. They passed through a vineyard and an orchard. The apples on the apple fruits looked too good to eat.

Adara leaned to look closer at the blooms, and she reached to touch one of the hooded flowers. I grasped her wrist. “Don’t do that.” My tone was harsh, but I couldn’t help myself. The two women stared at me. “It’s poisonous.” I released her thin wrist, but as I did, I longed to hold it again, but more gently, to press my lips to the thin and nearly transparent flesh over her light blue veins. “Highly toxic,” I added for emphasis. “Of course. The words ‘bane’ and ‘queen of poisons’ are dead giveaways.” Adara paused and gave a rare giggle. “Dead giveaways. Ha.”

There were flowers everywhere. White orchids and pale roses arranged in tall glass vases, with romantic fragrance. A bar stretched along the line, all polished and sparkling glass, with bartenders in crisp white shirts already setting out trays of champagne. And the paintings? Dozens of them from emerging artists like me, mixed with a few established names whose work I had studied in school. I recognized styles and techniques, saw influences and innovations, felt that familiar mix of intimidation and inspiration that always came from standing in rooms like this.

Glad that she didn't take much time to reveal what she meant. "It's the 'delight flower' plant. It spreads the aroma of its own as long as it's a small plant but the moment it starts to grow old the same plant of the beautiful flower becomes poisonous." That was an untold fact, I wasn't mindful of. "As long as it's a baby, it's fine, but the moment it grows it holds the capacity to kill." "That's sad..." I mumbled, feeling hurt over the fate of the mesmerizing flower. "I know."

She shuddered at the thought. “Why the expression?” asked Prince Joseph. Bella didn’t answer. She thought that if she could, she would stay there and learn medicines and even poison from Prince Joseph. He was considered to be one of the most gifted medicine men of the century and even a highly praise alchemist. But in order to gain his favor she will have to get the marigold flower for him. The marigold is considered to be one of the most toxic plant ever in existence. Because of its ability to bring the dead back to life, whomever is near it, the flower will suck out their life and energy waiting to store someone else’s life. Whom, no one ever knows either.

It wasn’t until Zero clarified to her that it all made sense, with how debauched that place was of course the ruler would be screwed in the head somehow! Just possessing the black rose ability was enough evidence of how crazy the dude was, after all, ranking first among the deadliest flowers and third in rarity was the black rose. Although not as rare as the blue rose, unlike the blue rose whose only effect was inducing tranquility within one’s mind along with its beauty, the black rose had a more powerful effect. Not only did it induce negative emotions, but it was a carnivorous type flower that could reduce anything to ashes even living beings if the amount was enough and the person was we

His patched clothes were faded and full of dirt marks. He dusted off his hands and gave me a brilliant smile. “They’re afraid of roses,” he said proudly. “Really?” I was astonished, unable to believe him. “You’ve already seen it with your naked eyes. These shrub roses are poison to them,” he told me. “How come? So we can just get rid of witches by using roses?” I requested more details. I was dumbfounded at the fact that we could just scare away those creatures with mere roses. “These kinds of roses are not like the ordinary. My mother picked them up from a burning bush near the forbidden river and told me to plant it around our cave,” he explained.

I brushed my thumb over the petal and explained, “Why black rose? I want to know.” His eyes were fixated on the rose in my hand as he swallowed before opening his mouth, “Because nothing depicts me better than a black rose. The black rose is a symbolic flower with multiple meanings and interpretations. It represents intensity, darkness, passion, rebellion, and dominance, all of which resonate with my personality. A black rose is also a symbol of mystery, unknown, and unrequited feelings, which perfectly portrays whatever is between us.”

The Blue roses looked like they belonged out of this world, Sonia walked closer to one of the bunch and wanted to pluck it "NO," John literally yelled on top of his lungs, Sonia froze in fear, turning around she looked at him with wide eyes "I'm sorry to scare you but these are poisonous roses, also as long as you are on this island, do not, I mean DO NOT attempt to pluck any flower or leaf, especially the blue rose," "Why is that?" asked Sonia

Western Venom had concocted it using venomous insects, poisonous plants, and toxic flowers. And just from the name of the pill, one could tell it was highly poisonous. "Sebastian, let's forget about this, okay? This thing looks extremely toxic, it could be lethal," Rosalie said anxiously, pulling on Sebastian's arm. "If it's necessary, I'll marry him." "Don't talk nonsense," Sebastian retorted, giving her a glance. "Since I've promised you, I won't back down. Besides, don't you trust my medical skills?"