Rose Gate Novels & Stories

asked Aruba in a curious tone. “The Primary Blood Rose, the first ever Blood Rose to bloom in the earthly soil possesses incredible powers—that only the most powerful creature can also contend with.” “A Thaumaturge…” Rosette muttered while looking at Rozelyn. “Wait, so this primary rose thingy can only be picked by a Thaumaturge? How about if another one will get this?” Rozelyn’s words finally come to sense. “No one knows, dearest. But I’m pretty sure it’s not good,” her godmother replied.

Each step was a gentle tug on the thread of her past, pulling her closer to the truth she sought. One sunny afternoon, as Katie strolled through a fragrant rose garden, her gaze fell upon a solitary white rose, standing tall and proud among a sea of vibrant colors. Its pristine petals symbolized the purity of her love for Rose, a love that had never wavered, despite the confusion and pain that had come to define their relationship.

The glowing emerald light shifted into a spectrum of colors the Gutter had never seen: deep violets, vibrant oranges, and a green so pure it looked like liquid sunlight. ​"Look!" Kael shouted, pointing toward the edge of the district. ​From the ruins of an old Directorate concrete-block, a flower was growing. It wasn't a crystalline Ash-Born bloom. It was a Rose. A simple, red, fragile rose that didn't need a frequency to survive. It just needed the earth. ​The Great Awakening

He looked up at me with eyes. "For the Luna " he whispered. He opened his hands. There was a white rose. It shouldn't have been possible. White roses didn't grow in the Silver-Grip. They were the symbol of the Goddess’s favor. They were thought to be extinct. As I took the flower my silver blood surged. The rose didn't just sit in my hand. It started to grow. Its stem coiled around my wrist. The scent of it filled the room. It was a fragrance. "The land doesn't care about your order, Lady Selene " I said. My voice was strong. "It cares about the heart. You ask for a sign? Look at this child. He was meant to die for your 'stability.' Instead he is the fruit of the new world."

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.”

Every surface has been covered in roses of every imaginable color, harvested from Evander’s gardens, both on Terra and in Tara, a mixture of magical and traditional blooms--just like our Rosie, they are a mix of everything. Gideon is already waiting next to my father who is standing as our officiant. As soon as Gideon spies he shakes his head. “It took you two long enough,” he grumbles, although his laughing eyes reveal that he is more amused than upset. “Who ever heard of the groom taking longer than the bride?” “You can’t rush perfection,” I laugh, twirling my mood lighter than it has ever been. Gideon rolls his eyes while Evander snorts at my shoulder.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

I know it seems odd to go to the movies in the morning, but he tells me he has a ton of other things planned, so it is just a warm up for the day. After the movies, he takes me to this really pretty indoor botanical garden. There is a huge atrium filled with countless varieties of roses. We walk along the path looking at each one until we get to a variety called Earl Grey. The blooms are light grey with just hints of purple flecks. They are absolutely gorgeous. “Look closer, Baby." He points to the little sign at the base of the bush. There is a little plaque in front of it that says: "This rose bush is dedicated to the Goddess Iokaste by Bronx Mason.”

" Let's just fix your wife." I said with a sigh as I powered up my Rosepast. My eyes turned dark red as I held my hands in prayer to my lips " Rosepast." I whispered into my hand, the skin under my collarbone moves apart as a red glass rose glowing purple appears. I lifted my forefingers and middle fingers to create a triangle. The middle petals of the rose start to rotate as the triangle lights up in a purple flame. " Let the past be seen." The middle petals of my Rosepast stop rotating as the outer petals slowly start expanding.

I was utterly exhausted, yearning for some sleep. Looking out of the skylight, I was met with a vast, colorful sea of roses. The rose garden extended as far as the eye could see, spreading until it reached the horizon. Giselle informed me that Sebastian had employed over a hundred skilled gardeners to cultivate this garden, featuring rose varieties like Juliet roses, Louis XIV roses, Green Lemon roses, Rhodes roses, Pink Countess Eva roses, and many more superior breeds. The tower's top provided the best viewpoint for appreciating the rose garden.