Rose Gate Novels & Stories

Jospeh announces Listening this Rose jumps on his arms and hug him. Paul was shocked at first but he smiled. And other side Ryan and Hope were staring at each other emotionally. Both the pairs git there gift. "Whoahhh what's the gift" rose asked Jospeh in Excitement "Hehe open yourself rose" Jospeh said. Rose unpacked the gift amd saw that it was an expensive watch of Rolex ultra. With purple and golden spikes. "Wowww this is awesome" rose screams

“W-what?” Foxglove immediately cleared her throat, recomposing herself. This was not the time for her to reminisce about the past. “I believe we do still have one last slot for you.” With her powerful arms, Foxglove easily pulled the gate open, creating just enough space to let April Rose in. “Come on in, dear, please!” “T-thank you very much, Miss Foxglove.” April Rose breathed out once she had let herself inside. It is such a huge relief for her that even up to this time, the name of his late father has been helping her get through things.

" I pause, taking in a shaky breath, my chest full. My eyes well with tears, but I blink them back, smiling softly at his words. They hit me right in the chest, like they always do. "And, now I need you to bring our roses to a place where the moon watches over us, where our pack gathers, where traditions live and breathe. The place where I got you back, where you opened your eyes and breathed life back into me. It’s where every journey begins... every journey ends. But tonight, it’s where ours journey will continue. So follow the stars, bring my roses, and come to me... where I am waiting for you with our Rose."

"Let's do this right." They started and finished the chant that was written in the book. The smoke envelopes the room. When the smoke vanished, the rosemary appeared. This flower signifies remembrance, perhaps because it's said to enhance memory. It burst into pieces and lived on their skin. The small rosemary flower became a tattoo on the back of their ears. "Now, we just have to trust the process and wait for the new moon."

“Then I’ll see unto it, Gennivier.” Taking a deep breath, as the eerie wind calls out to her, seven black roses from hell falls from the sky and gently unto her hands. Where the six represents the six points of the inverted star and the location of the spell she cast upon the land, and the 7th to be the death temple where the gate and the eye will meet. Smiling as the black roses change their color to the distinct title of the seven, she knew, she looks up at the full moon as the stage is set to introduce the seven roses. “Let us see how this one goes.”

Recognition flickered in their eyes, and without hesitation, they bowed respectfully. “Good evening, Miss Gray,” one of the guards said, signaling his partner to open the gates without question. Paige blinked in awe. “They know you, Young Miss?” Rose only smiled. “You’ll see.” The car rolled down a long, winding road lined with trimmed hedges and grand lamps. At last, it stopped before a magnificent sight—Glassrose Manor. As Rose and Paige stepped out, the staff was already assembled outside. They bowed in unison, their voices carrying in perfect harmony. “Welcome home, Miss Gray,”

I breathed. "A sign of hope," Sebastian murmured, stepping closer to examine the rare bloom. "Moon Roses only appear at moments of cosmic significance. They haven't been seen since the fall of the Royal kingdoms." The silvery-blue flower continued to grow before our eyes, unfurling delicate petals that seemed to capture and reflect the light in an almost impossible way. As it reached full bloom, a subtle fragrance filled the room, clean and pure, like the first breath of air after a cleansing rain.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.

Following where his finger was pointed, I realize just why Yohan started slowing down. A few feet away from us is what seemed like a checkpoint. The town, Azure, still wasn’t visible, so I knew we weren’t that near yet. There was a wired fence, a huge sign that says it’s an electric one. In the middle, was a gate that had five people wearing white robes that were so long only their ankle and feet were showing. The people guarding the gate had the hood of their robes covering half of their faces. They were standing still, eyes towards those who dare approach the gate. This seems a little different from what Yohan had told me that Azure is welcoming and giving.