Poisonous Roses Novels & Stories

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

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.

Maybe it's because I never got a chance to socialize with anyone in my old pack. "What cures was it?" I ask. Maybe it's because I've been playing around with forbidden plants and making things, but my curiosity always gets the best of me in conversations like this. "Well, it's more like a poison, not a cure. You know, the ones that make it look like you had a natural death. Ugh, you won't understand, but something like that." Now Rose seems like an interesting she-wolf. Poisons are a topic I enjoy hearing about. "I think I will understand perfectly," I tell her, and she raises a brow.

" Just as I finished speaking, we heard footsteps. Jessy burst into the room, eyes wide as she saw the mess. She rushed toward Wayne, trying to help him up. "Wayne! Are you okay? Did that vicious woman hurt you?" Wayne swung with all his might, slapping her squarely across the face. Jessy's cheek swelled instantly, and tears streamed down her face. "What was that for?! "They must've poisoned your mind. I knew it—your mom never liked me, she's always wanted to get rid of me. "Wayne, you're the only one who ever cared about me." Wayne stood up and kicked her right in the face.

The villainess. The plot of *The Prince's Rose* crashed over her. Prince Alexander, the golden-haired, stoic heir, destined to fall for Sophia Bellweather, the kind-hearted, orphaned daughter of a minor baron. And Lady Vivian? The Duke’s spoiled, ruthless daughter, obsessed with Alexander, engaged to him through political maneuvering. She would stop at nothing to eliminate Sophia – slander, sabotage, even attempted murder. Her actions would ultimately lead to her public disgrace, her engagement broken, her family ruined, and her exile to a desolate convent… before a mysterious, fatal "accident" befell her carriage on the journey. The readers had cheered at her downfall.

She didn’t have any other ulterior motives. “I feel as though my closet is too small. I was wondering if I could have someone come in and make my closet bigger. I don’t have enough space for all my books...” Rosalie tests as she watches him drink the coffee. Tonight she’ll finally know the side effects of the drug. She was perfecting a new poison – a clear, colourless liquid that, despite its innocent appearance, held the power to bring even the strongest man to his knees. Or that’s what she had planned. It was a potent brew, a blend of rare botanicals and powerful toxins, a testament to her years of studying the dark arts of chemistry and toxicology.

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.

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

he said looking at the flowers. "Ah, yes this, you're probably wondering... How? Right?" "Yes?" "This is what Rachel calls Monkshood, or its other name is Wolvesbane, the most poisonous flower in the world... Touch it, I'll give you an hour to live, ingest it... Minutes... If it gets into your blood, seconds" "That's worse than any fucking snakebite I've ever heard of?"