Red Rose With Thorns Novels & Stories

Just outside the city gates, a patch of Lias Roses curled up towards the sky. They were beautiful. Elegant in their shape, something akin to a heart, and their colors changed depending on the emotion one felt when presenting them. Lias Roses could read the emotions of your heart through your Lias, but few people picked them. Their thorns were quite annoying, as once they pricked someone, the thorns grew larger, the size tripling for every little drop of blood on it. If one got stuck within a neck, the victim would die immediately. Silas appeared with a book in his hand, his hand cast out towards the bush.

I said. "Good then," the red-haired man said. "We should go." He led the way, and as we started to walk, I stole a quick glance at the quiet huntress. A rose. A beautiful red rose with deadly thorns, that's what she reminded me of.

"And these bones, I guess you could read their dead, right?" "That was different," he said. "I couldn't tell. And I was hungry." Rose arched her brow and sighed. "So, you're free," Fred said. "Indeed I am," Ross said. "It's amazing you came to see me first?" "Why is that?" Fred looked at her and chuckled. "You seem to forget you have countless lovers, Rose. You're the very embodiment of sex. Love. Danger. The Rose is your name. Beautiful, its red petal which signifies love. The allure the effect of the rose creates is sex. And let's not forget the thorn that protects the rose. Danger. You're a mixture of all three in one. Your sisters as regal as they are, none is more important to human sur

Emma pouted. I stood up taking a closer look at the red roses. They looked deadly. Thorns at the ready to shred any unlucky creature that had the courtesy to fall victim. Deadly yet beautiful. Somehow, even with all the rough jagged edges of the thorns the rose still accepted it as part of itself. “Lovely aren't they?” Eric purred chillingly. I jumped seeing him peer over my shoulder. “Yes. They really are something.” I answered calmly. Fear was starting to set in though. He captured full packs overnight. Not even giving them the chance to wonder what had hit them.

However, if you flip it, it would reveal the darkest truth about it. The thorns of these roses are very visible making the aura really different. The truth is that in most cases, people always expect the prettiest and sweetest flowers of the future. They expect to be able to pass through these flowers like it is the easiest thing they could do in their life. However, if they try to really do it, they would experience the pain in that path. The thorns that can cause blood to drip out from a person's skin. A lot of these could actually leave wounds that would turn into scars.

As wild roses mostly are pink coloured but here mostly were red in colour with a few whites among them. I loved caressing their petals. Their soft petals felt so good in my hands. Whenever I needed to think about something or make any decision, I would come here and close my eyes and pick one rose among them. Many times, I accidentally touched the thorns too and my hands would start to bleed too. But nevertheless, I would pluck the petals one by one and whatever option is left with the last petal, I would choose that only. This time too I did the same.

He doesn't care all he wants to know is what happened to her, that hidden pain she hid in her eyes he would love for her to open up to him. He arrived on the stable ground with a rose in his hand as he approached her, Aurora is more like the rose in his hands. It's a deceptively soft and beautiful plant that sported sharp thorns along its stem. Not just any thorn, but sharp thorns that pierces, but still those thorns did not make her any less appealing to him. For reasons he couldn’t comprehend, they only made him want to delve deeper, to peel back her layers and see what he might uncover.

I pull my mum into a tight hug, “I’m sorry I took so long.” She returns my hug and strokes my hair affectionately, “You were worth the wait,” she says, pulling back to smile at me, “Now don’t let me hold you up, you have a date to get to,” she says enthusiastically. “Don’t want to keep my girl waiting,” I wink, walking over and picking up the single-stemmed white rose from the bed. “You should remove the thorns,” suggests my mum. I shake my head smiling at the flower, “I’m keeping them on, it represents Sorrell better this way. Beautiful and delicate, yet guarded and dangerous. That’s her to a tee.”

I lifted one end of the bed and slide out the red journal. I switched off the lights, draw the curtains and laid on the bed. I opened the book’s middle and start reading. The yellow lamps on each table shelf being my light source. ‘”Please, I don’t want to do this. My mom has warned me against guys like you.” She pants as she wriggles her hands, trying to loosen the rope. “Really? What are the things she warned you against us about?” Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast.

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.