Rose My Little Pony Novels & Stories

Someone asked, I couldn't even tell who that was because I was beginning to zone out again. He's outside! He's waiting for me. "Six years? I can't really tell." Another person said. Exactly! It was six years. Six years of my endless suffering from Ilay Lermontov. "I love this rose candle. It smells just like Easton." Someone giggled, the sound was beginning to irritate me. How can they be making joke about this when I was literally dying inside? "Maybe we should change his name to Rose. Make sense?" Someone said, and that was Ryan.

[Rose] I walk out the back door searching for a uber even though Carried lectured me about denying Kaden and being rude to him. She was right, It was rude of me to deny him. I just didn't see him helping me, and I thought it was a hassle for him. Afterall. All the other girls never get a ride from him or Coby all the time. They go home on their own. I have to learn to do so too. I stood there was a minute before my eyes noticed someone at my preferable vision. He was right there, near his car. About to get and I look at him.

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

"Luna, can you teach me some magic, please?" ‌ Luna knelt down and ruffled Rosey's hair. "Of course, my dear. But remember, magic comes from the heart. It's not about flashy spells; it's about love and intention." ‌ And so, Luna began teaching Rosey the basics of magic. The young werewolf practiced diligently, and soon, she could make flowers bloom with a flick of her paw. It wasn't long before Rosey became known as the "Little Sorceress" of the pack, enchanting everyone with her budding magical talents.

As Rose closed her eyes, expecting to feel the werewolf's claws tear into her flesh, she heard a sound like a thousand singing bells. The sound filled her with a warm, comforting feeling, and she opened her eyes. In front of her was a glowing, radiant light, shining so brightly that it was hard to look at. The light enveloped the werewolf, and as Rose watched in wonder, the monster began to dissolve. It faded away like mist in the morning sun, leaving no trace behind. All that remained was the bright light, filling Rose with a sense of peace and joy. Rose awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. She let out a scream of terror, her voice shaking with fear.

Even with Alberta's approval of our relationship, I knew there was no way I would feel comfortable with putting Rose in that situation while she was still a minor, no matter how badly either of us wanted it. However, my intentions of keeping the promise were quickly changing. It was like she was purposefully teasing me to make my life, and dick, harder. "You finally figured me out." Her beautiful voice sounded in my head. Never before had I heard of a wolf that could communicate with their pack outside of wolf form, but somehow Rose was capable of it.

Rose's mouth was ablaze with the smell of fresh blood. Her eyes flushed suddenly, revealing her fangs, and she bared her teeth. Rose shrieked in shock and held her head tightly in her hands as she rolled around on the icy ground like an animal. She took a few steps back and then a few steps forward while growling and glaring at Miren. Rose is unable to progress because Miren's lyrics force her to take a step backward after each and everyone that she takes forward.

The little girl in red nods at me, “Yes. Priests shouldn’t be doing that especially to a young girl like you. What Father Harry has been telling you all along about being a good girl are all lies.” I frown, “Y-Y-You m-mean I-I-I was a b-b-bad g-girl?” “No, silly. He is the bad guy and you are definitely not a bad girl.” “B-B-But who a-are y-y-you?” She extends her small hand to me, “My name is Rose. I'm nine years old.” I stare at her hand and didn’t know what to do with it. All of a sudden, she takes my hand and placed it on hers, “This is how you do it. You call this a handshake. Okay?” She tells me.

Rolling her eyes, she promises her aunt that she'll be ready in five minutes. As Rose continues to gaze at her reflection, her mind consumed by the lingering remnants of her unsettling dream, a name emerges from the depths of her subconscious. As Rose's mind lingers on the memory of being referred to as ‘little lamb,’ a sudden realization strikes her. The name that surfaces in her thoughts, resonates with a sense of familiarity and significance. "Blaze Falcon," she whispers softly, the syllables rolling off her tongue.

Her smile was wide as she looked at Rose, “That’s unfortunate. You do seem to have a strong power in you thus why Master Isaac wanted to have you as his ally but I have to say that you are too foolish to think that Love is something special when it is not. I can’t wait to see how your thoughts will change because Master Isaac said that you would definitely come to him and beg to be his ally.” Rose’s jaw tick. She raised her hand, this time wanting to throw a burning beam that would harm the maid only for her to disappear. Loud footsteps came as Mona saw Rose standing with blood dripping from her fists. “Rose! Oh lord are you hurt?” Her hand tried to reach out to Rose but Rose moved away, fee