Rose Gate Novels & Stories

He growled louder this time. He walked up to me, standing directly infront of me. May was prancing around in my head and pretty much singing. 'MATE! MATE! MATE!' I was so confused. Mason was our mate, and we rejected him. Just as I finished my thought, I heard a low growl coming from, who I now know is Alpha Wyatt. His beautiful green eyes were swirling with black. He growled out once more, and what he said had me understanding what May was doing in my head. "MATE."

[Kaden] As I walk back to the car Coby pulled his car out the narrow road, I opened the back door. My heart stopped as I didn't see Rose anywhere. "Rose!" I yelled slamming the door close. My eyes move back to the two guys over the ground and I moved around in search of her, The relief that washed over my heart when I saw her back towards me. I walked near her. "Rose?" I touched her hand. "I am sorry you had to see that" She bites her lip.

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

“That’s how you survived. The Moonrose. Tell me—what does it actually do?” He gave a dry chuckle, pride bleeding through his ancient voice. “The roses come in pairs. I have the white one. Kiran has the black—far more powerful, but dangerous. Like soulmates, these roses are bound. Mine has kept me alive. More than that—I am the rose now. I don’t just use its power. I am its vessel.” Without another word, I unsheathed my blade and sliced my palm. Blood welled and dripped into the ceremonial bowl. Rhaegos, resigned, did the same. Our blood swirled together—ancient, powerful, defiant.

Why did I go to that extent for just a rose? #TBC

Jason said, heaving a long sigh of relief before waving his hand at the mother-daughter duo again. The maids then dragged the two of them out of the castle grounds, and soon, their loud cries and screams couldn't be heard anymore. The sun began to set, bathing the vast castle grounds in a bright orange glow. Jason's and Eric's gazes fixed on the bare stump of the apple tree in the garden. The apple tree was gone now, and the garden was filled with lavender. The little garden that Rosa used to love so much was no longer there. Avril had been the one diligently tending to it after Rosa left the world, but now, she had left as well.

Suddenly, a line of hotel attendants marched through the front glass doors carrying massive, elaborate arrangements of rare, shimmering roses. Blue moon-blooms, blood-red velvet petals, and sparkling silver-tipped stems filled the air with an overpowering, intoxicating fragrance that captivated the entire room. Cassidy gasped, her eyes lighting up with greed as she stepped forward. "Look at those! Those are northern moon-roses! They cost a fortune to harvest from the Alpha mountains!" She turned to Declan with a fake, fluttering smile. "Alpha Declan, did you order these for our pack delegation to celebrate the agreement?"

"Have a great day!" Anathea accepted the roses. The person picked up a walkie-talkie and switched to Estarian. "Martin, the pink roses at the lakefront have all been handed out." "Alright, you can clean up and wrap up early…" Anathea didn't hear the rest of the sentence because the man's voice was familiar, and his name happened to be Martin. "How many pink roses are you handing out in total?" Anathea asked. The staff thought about it for a moment. "Um, about 200 thousand, I think. They were all airlifted from Blossomridge, Estara. They're very fresh."