Novel & Cerita Rose Of Death

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

Then my door flies open aggressively and Felix is pulling off my sheets. "Hey!" I yell at him, tugging the sheets back but of course, it's no use. He's too fucking strong! "You need to wake up and prepare for tonight," He says, impatiently before grabbing my arm to make me sit up. I rub my eyes again, still sleepy but now I'm also annoyed. "It's hours away. Why can't I have one more hour?" Felix doesn't look happy with me but I'm too tired to care. "Because there's a lot to go through and if this doesn't go right, you will be killed, Rose! Or does that mean nothing to you?"

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

I ask, knowing the answer is no. “I’m sorry Rosa. When Odessa intervened, she changed your fate.” I scoff as I look away. Cece whines in my head, but the angel is oddly quiet. “The line of Rosalie needed wiping from the earth. The Angel of Death is an omen. Especially to the gods. She represents the end. Zeus couldn’t have that.” I slowly shake my head, balling my fists to my sides. “He won’t stop will he?” I ask and he moves closer to me. He crouches in front of me and tilts my head back.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

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His own power, the power he had been proud of, proved to be his denouement. A girl, several centuries younger, defeated him so easily. As his gaze turned hazy and vision turned dim, through the veil of the smoke and fog, he could swear that he had seen not one but two women standing. They might have stared at him impassively as he burned. He was almost certain that before he was escorted by Death, he caught the glimpse of one of them— Rosa, wearing the same armour, blood cascading down her torso as she glared at him with vengeance. 'We will meet again, Rosa. I promise.'

She felt that Lucifer's personality had something to do with the queen's death. "Everyone makes mistakes," said Odette gently. "But not everyone makes a fatal mistake like I did," said Rion with both eyes staring blankly. A gust of wind swayed the roses and blew the strands of their hair. Rion raised a hand and looked at his own palm. "Six years ago, I beheaded Rose with my own hands. This is a curse from Rose." "Did you hear Rose cursing you?" asked Odette, which made Rion turn towards her. Odette continued her speech. "What if it turns out that Rose didn't curse you, wouldn't that mean you're accusing her?"

I had held her as her pulse faded, felt the warmth leave her body, watched her eyes lose focus. This wasn’t real. But she stood there. Hair tangled. Skin drained of color. Metal biting into her wrists and ankles, forcing her forward like she wasn’t a person at all. Romano stumbled, the sound that left his throat breaking apart. “Rose…” Dagger leaned back, watching us unravel. “Funny thing about death,” he said. “It doesn’t always stick.” I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My dead mate lifted her head slowly. And looked straight at us.

“YOU DESERVE NOTHING BUT DEATH.” Rose froze feeling the barrel of the gun on her. Her heart turned cold in terror as she saw her end. Maybe, just maybe she would get rid of all the sufferings of her life. Death was her escape. She would happily accept this as her fate. “I will kill you and your brother!” Her husband sneered with red eyes as He yanked her close by her throat to his face and glared at her with contempt eyes. Rose looked at him with swollen, tear filled eyes but there was only pain in her gaze as if she was not afraid of death. As if she was waiting for this moment.