Rose Of Death Novels & Stories

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.

I let out a breath, "When will he wake up?" It had been one day without Orion and I was feeling overwhelmed with everything. Bidding farewell to Celia and others was not easy, I had to make sure no one doubted Orion's absence. "The blue mark is fading," Rose replied as she added a palm-shaped leaf into the red paste and started mixing it. "I am sorry you had to stay here taking care of a person you have never met before." She smiled but the smile was dull compared to her other smiles, "I am helping you. My mother would have wanted this."

Rhae leant down and wiped her blade on their clothing. “In a few minutes you will suffocate, enjoy your last moments with the cure only steps away. It will be much more interesting if you feel the thick Anera poison coursing through your bloodstream, reaching your organs.” Rhae grinned grabbing the chin of the female rogue, lifting her face up till her eyes met Rhae’s. “It’s too bad you had to die. You are quite beautiful, a wasted face for a rogue.” Rhae dropped the woman’s chin and stood up tucking away her dagger. She embraced the wind that raced over the hilltop.

and left the kitchen. My hands were itching to spill her young innocent blood. I wouldn't be giving her an easy death; It'll be slow and painful as payment for the time and resources we've spent looking for her and when father comes back from his trip, I'll give him her corpse as a welcome home present I concluded with a chuckle. ROSELLE'S POV.

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

, he had no more debts to repay. If there were ever a life beyond this one, he hoped, that he would never cross paths with these people. He stayed like that for a while, his vitality slowly getting drained away and soon, he'd be left lifeless. [Host has successfully activated the: WITHERED ROSE, system.] [Host's vitality is decreasing at an alarming rate. Initiating immediate resuscitation!!] What was that?. Who's there?! Alan paused, listening to the automated feminine voice as it spoke through his consciousness. He was certain that he was at the depths of the sea at this point,it was currently impossible for someone else to be around him. He relaxed - Probably he was just hearing things.

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

Chapter Six: LAYING LOW “I’m sorry… there are things I’m keeping from you.” Rojean said to Lucas when they got out of the car before sighing to herself. They were now walking to Lucas’ car so they could go home although Rojean seemed a little cautious of her surroundings if the others were really gone and were other people following her? Lucas could only look at her too before thinking of a question. “Who died? Why are you involved in this? Isn’t it a bit illegal? It feels illegal to me, babe.”

"I was born ready for death. I had my resurrection in death, and to death, I shall return. Isn't that poetic?" “You’re sick.” “I think we’ve already established that.” "Let me finish him off." Hades digs the gun's muzzle into my temple, causing my head to tilt back. I don't stare at him—he's not essential. My gaze stays locked on Rose's, caught by how her eyes darker than lighten, flitting around as if she's unsure whether to take the gun from Hadesimir and shoot me or if it'll be better if she kills me with her bare hands.

Anything in between are add-on, unimportant or can I say a distraction. Something Rose proves to be, and before she becomes that, I'll end her like the multiple lives I've tonight. That is a promise!