Rose Under Fire Book Novels & Stories

Clara’s POV I stood in the kitchen long after Damon’s car had left, staring at the bouquet on the table. If they weren’t from Damon, then who sent the roses? I turned the note over in my hands again, reading the same six words until they stopped meaning anything. For the most beautiful woman I know. I didn’t know why I gave it much thoughts. It not like it mattered anyway. Admirers wasn’t something that was out of this world. I put the flowers into a vase. Throwing them away felt like admitting I was afraid is a handful of flowers.

Rose stopped in her place when she heard Alexander's voice from behind. Damian looked at Alexander and realised what he wants to do with Roy. "We need to get out of here, the fire is spreading..." Jack shouted, kicking and throwing another man in the fire. Damian grabbed Roy's collar and dragged him outside... Rose sat on her bike and drove outside. Parking it their she shot Roy's men who were standing outside before Damian came out and Ashton joined her quickly to kill everyone. All of them came outside and jack closed the shutter, locking all the half conscious and dead men inside, letting them burn in fire.

Then the most shocking thing happened. The roses suddenly burst into purple flames I threw them on the ground and stepped on them until I got rid of the flames, but the shock was still there. What the hell happened? I made it? Rhea? I looked for my wolf, but she knew as much as I did. I looked at the now burned bush of what had once been a beautiful bouquet, still wondering how this had happened. I thought about burning them, and suddenly they caught fire on their own Did it happen because of me?

Preview Rose: I got it. My element. It's ............... Continuation Rose: I got it . My element is Fire . Alex : Really? How did you know ? Rose : it was as if the warmth was calling me in and as soon as I went in 5o subconscious saw a fire phoenix. It told me about who I am meant to be and why did I have to go through what I did . But the important thing is that for now my priority is to teach Cole what I know and start getting stronger cause a war is approaching and if we fail in this the world might meet an end worst than death.

"Where is she? Where is the girl?" "She’s where you can't touch her," I said. I raised my gun. "Then we all die together!" Victor laughed. He pulled the pin. I didn't think. I fired. One shot. Two shots. Victor fell. The grenade rolled from his hand. I turned and ran. I dived behind a heavy stone pillar just as the world turned into fire. The explosion knocked me out. ROSALINA P.O.V It was quiet. I sat on the floor of the safe room. It was cold. There were monitors on the wall, but they were all black. The power was out.

Rose fell into the arms of the firefighters when the man grabbed her as she was about to lift the remaining wooden door from the cupboard in her room. Flames shot out from behind the thick wooden door. It turned out that there was a big hole under the wood, where there was still some burning residue from the first floor. The fire almost hit Rose's body, had the officer not immediately pulled her body away. Rose could feel the heat of the fire even though they were already a safe distance away. Rose's face was about pale for sure, sensing the danger that was about to befall her.

I didn’t want to destroy the scroll. I wanted Rosa to hand it to me. Beg me to take it. Cry as I ripped it from her hands. \*\* Rosa. She haunted me more than the flame ever did. All that brilliance wrapped in stubbornness and sarcasm. I hated it. And I wanted it. Which made me dangerous. And her? More dangerous still. We struck at dawn. Smoke rising over the eastern ridge. Our shadows moved through fog. No howls. No warnings. Just fire.

CHAPTER EIGHTY- NINE ETHAN’S POV “Fvck!” I kick Rolan’s lifeless body. Even the arsehole’s death doesn’t feel as victorious as I thought it would. Rose disappeared down the hall with that fvcker Vladimir. He’ll have even more of an opening to be beside her now that I’m not there, which has been his purpose all along. Motherfvcker. “She has you by the balls. I’m disappointed.” Fire leans against the doorframe and places a cigarette in his mouth, but instead of lighting it, he keeps flipping his lighter on and off. His Beware of Fire Hazard tattoo peeks out from underneath his sleeve with the movement.

Cross hissed, ignoring her words as his eyes scanned her body, his mind playing out scenarios that shattered his restraint. Rosa reached for his face, cupping it. "Look at me, Cross. Nothing happened. I started a fire to escape him. You know I would never let him have me. Not when I belong to you." But Cross was spiraling. His emotions raged inside him like a hurricane, tearing through reason. All he could think about was Zod’s hands on her, Zod’s scent covering her body. His hands gripped her waist tightly as he pressed his forehead to hers.

The gun slammed onto the concrete floor with a hollow, final clink. He struggled, his years of conditioning and sheer strength pitted against their cumulative power. They were not just strong; they were coordinated, a highly polished apprehension device. That was when he felt a scorching in his neck, a burning thread of fire that ran through his veins. His muscles relaxed their guard, and his sight blurred. “I was going easy on you, Damian,” Cassandra's voice was the last he heard, her tone cold and low, a whisper in the night that was descending. “But some men just have to learn the hard way… Literally…”