Rose From Miraculous Novels & Stories

Together we'll crush Rose, and her secrets will be her demise, I nod, smiling, confident, our plan will surely rise. ############

I have no choice but to use it. " Rosepast." The skin in between my collar bone moves back revealing a Glass rose that was red in color but glows purple. I take in a breath before singing. "Far out of sight, a prisoner of the night Hides a small child, taking a final breath." A magic circle glowing with power appears in front of me. " Dobe it to rust" Rows and rows of magical circles appear on the snowy mountain. " Tus!" All the magical circles glowed a bright red and exploded. Smoke filled the area after so many explosions. Causing an avalanche that came towards me.

ROSE: I think it's my friend you're looking for. LISA: No (touched Rose's arm) I can feel the power and energy of the gem circulating in you and I want the gem and your blood ROSE: My...my blood? Wait, you don't understand me. I don't know any gem. LISA: My face is getting uglier, I can't go outside this world without losing energy, my powers are not pulling back to resurrect Makkeit, only your blood can lift my curse. ROSE: This is crazy. I don't know you, I don't even know where I am, how can my blood lift your shitty curse (in thoughts: yeah, I just use a curse word)

Just as Aurora’s words hung between us, the air in the room shifted. A faint glow—subtle at first—began to pulse beneath Priscilla’s back, seeping through the couch like moonlight breaking through storm clouds. My breath caught. “Aurora…” “I see it,” she murmured, taking a step closer. Then it happened. Priscilla rose. Her body lifted off the couch slowly, unnaturally, like she was being pulled upward by invisible strings. Her arms dangled at her sides, her head tilted slightly back, eyes still closed.

A miracle occurred: on the smooth white dress, a blooming rose appeared, a vivid red that mixed with the original stains, perfectly forming a brilliant and flourishing red rose. Amidst the pure white, crystal-clear snow, the vibrant red rose stood out, exuding a passionate fragrance. The originally simple and pure white gown was now dramatically enhanced by the fiery red rose, highlighting Isabella’s refined and flawless beauty with even more vivid and enchanting colors. Lucius examined the scene carefully, his lips curled with satisfaction and his eyes filled with admiration. Isabella’s beauty was breathtaking, like an untouched treasure just waiting to be discovered. Now, illuminated with

Rico marveled at the transformation in his friend; the once tormented soul had emerged as a beacon of strength and resilience. As they chatted, lost in a sea of conversations, Rico couldn't help but admire how effortlessly Rose charmed everyone around her. Her laughter echoed through the hall, filling the air with an infectious energy that lifted the spirits of all in attendance. "So this is what victory looks like," Rico mused aloud, his eyes sparkling with admiration. Rose nodded, her expression one of contentment. "It's been a long and arduous journey, but we made it. Together." Her words carried a serene wisdom, an acknowledgment of the challenges they had overcome.

There is a small shock as I place a second hand on the frame, and I feel a very weird jolt through my body as something within me connects to the mirror, allowing me to see what is shining within. Rosie's face soon blinks as me in the glass and I feel my heart lift. I don't care if it is some weird witch magic that makes this possible, I'm so happy I almost whoop with joy. I don't even care that I see Evander mopping in the background.

"I don't feel brave. I feel like I'm drowning." Rosa smiled — small and sad. "That's what bravery feels like sometimes. Doing the thing even when you're terrified." She pulled me into another hug, and for a moment, I let myself believe her. Let myself think that maybe, somehow, this would all work out. "We have to have faith," Rosa murmured against my hair. “A miracle can happen anytime.” I didn't know what she meant by that. I didn't have the energy to ask. “Miss Bella.” A voice called from outside.

Something felt strange. But I was still too shaken from everything to understand it. I kept staring at Ms Choice… when something suddenly clicked. Her face. Her real face. Was standing in front of me. Not my reflection. Not a shared mind. Not a form-switch. But her. Separate from me. My eyes widened. Slowly, I looked down at my own hands… My legs… My breath caught. I wasn’t Ms Choice anymore. I was me. Rose David. Fully, completely, entirely Rose.