Poisonous Roses Novels & Stories

For a moment, he noticed the grim expression on his lover's face. “Rose, as we expected, they are very suspicious. We must prepare to face the trickery they have lined up.” “Can you do one thing for me, Kael?” “Of course, Rose.” “Never open that chest without gloves.” “So you already know the chest is coated with wisteria powder.” Roselyn looked up. She saw that handsome face smiling. Instantly, a sharp pang wrenched her heart. “My parents were killed with wisteria poison. It's only natural that I recognize the scent after studying it for over a decade. But… you, Rose, how do you know about the only poison that can kill the imperial family?”

After getting discharged, Rose worried that Liliana might come and ask them to evacuate anytime. Finally, after two weeks, Romeo found a specific poison in powder form. They had to administer it orally. He also brought an antidote for Rose. It was an extremely slow poison and would be effective if ingested daily for a few months. It would be deadly if ingested daily for half a year. The best part about that was it was not easily traceable in routine blood tests. When Lester returned, Rose made quite a show about being duped at the hospital and losing a kidney.

Cordelias, the flower the vampires used to prepare their perfume was, in fact, the worst poison if ever consumed. “I grew weaker.” She heard him say. His voice, manly and deep. The kind that stirred the desire deep within her. A rumble laced his voice, making it even sexier. “Then I was shot.” “These hills are filled with poisonous herbs.” She frowned. “Coming in contact with them can be harmful.” That sounded like a valid explanation. Why did she never think of this? A few plants were lethal to the vampires. Hence, they marked and called the area forbidden to pass. Only they had never bothered her. She was naturally resistant to poisons.

“While you were away. Lord Rustyn. He brought something from Lady Celia and the queen.” My jaw tightens. But my eyes are on the roses. Even in winter, the cursed things bloom. Blue roses that climb the black stone walls, their petals sharp against the frost. They wither and bloom in ghostly cycles, yet never touch the ground. Always vanishing midair, leaving behind only that sweet and rotten scent. It clings to your throat, making you feel the misery etched deep within it. “Rogues?” I ask, eyes narrowing on a cluster of petals curling into vapor.

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

After the period of darkness, we emerged at a tunnel-like exit; the exit was surrounded by few rocks & light broken-off concrete, three blue roses and one black rose. "Hey, I thought you said these were extremely rare," I said while pointing at the blue roses. "They are. Why is that the first thing you ask about?" Valkon responded. "What do you mean? It’s a valid question. I’ve also never seen a black rose before," I argued. “It sprouted from all of the dark magic surrounding this place. Black roses are a symbol of dark magic or ritualistic practices; it’s not surprising to see it growing here,” he explained.

I sighed, putting on the safety of the weapon and tucking it into my waistband. "Let's go boys, the fun is over" I ordered and turned to leave with my men sauntering behind me. ROSELLE'S POV. I heard the pistol go off twice before feeling the bullets pierce my body. Everything came to a stop as I fell hard to the ground. I laid still, feeling the rain drops beat down harshly on my body and listening to the sound of retracting footsteps. I could feel my life crawling gradually out of my body and to be honest, being shot in the stomach and left to bleed out on a cold wet pavement in a dark alley, was certainly not one of the ways I wanted to die.

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?”

One minute he was flirting with the beautiful bar attendant and another minute, he was in the midst of two dead bodies. ''You were almost killed tonight. If i hadn't been there as at the time i was, you would have been a dead man.'' Brett began. ''But how? And secondly, you know that poison doesn't work on me.'' Remus said, pacing the room. ''You're so naive at times. The poison she added to your drink is capable of bringing down even the mightiest wolves. Haven't you read and heard about the deadly rose water poison?'' Brett asked.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."