Rose With Dripping Blood Novels & Stories

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

Roberta took my hand in hers and led me inside the room to a table at the corner, beside our children's cribs. There were a bunch of red spotted flowers on the table. As we got close enough to look at them, I noticed that the flowers were actually plain white roses. They had only appeared to be spotted because of the drops of blood that were sprinkled on them. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I reached out and swiped the blood with my right index finger. I brought it up to my nose and took a huge whiff of it. I searched my mind to discover if the blood smelled familiar to me in any way.

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

Rose's POV The dream was terrifying. I was standing in a vast, empty hall adorned with wedding decorations. The air smelled metallic, thick, and suffocating. My wedding dress, pristine and white moments ago, was soaked with blood. The vibrant red seemed to pulse, a grotesque reminder of something I couldn’t yet piece together. My gaze fell downward, and there he was—Finn, lying in a pool of his own blood. His lifeless eyes stared up at me, accusing and hollow.

For a second, I could not understand what I was seeing. My mind refused to accept it. It tried to fix it. To turn it into something normal. Something harmless. She fell. She fainted. She is just resting. But none of it fit. None of it made sense. Rose was on the floor. Not sitting. Not leaning. On the floor. Still. Too still. And there was blood. So much blood. It spread across the rug beneath her. Dark. Too dark. Too much. My breath caught. Then everything rushed at once.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

Vladimir asked her. "I am on my periods." Rose mumbled yet once again. "What does that mean baby?" Zachariah asked her. Rose looked at them. "I am bleeding." She told them. "Fuck!" Vladimir let out a curse. "Where are you bleeding baby? Tell us, we will heal you." He said. "I.. " Rose paused as a cramp hit her hard making her whimper. The Kings looked at her in concern. They had no idea what she was suffering through.

This is why black roses are now only cultivated in laboratories, under strict supervision and the direct command of the King. I rose up from the floor, keeping my weight on my right leg as I plucked out the glass shards. Then I wrenched the stake out of my leg and stood up on shaky legs, almost falling over as the pain made my vision blur. Walking was even more difficult since I now had a gaping hole in my leg and it won’t be healing for another day with the Holly and Buckthorn now in my bloodstream.

TW warning!!! - Violence and blood Rosemary’s Pov Through the open door frame , I see Alexander dragging a kicking , screaming and wailing Judy. I gasp and place my hand over my mouth , shocked and terrified of the scene that is occurring in front of me. He drags her closer and closer to me – I watch as a trail of her blood , that oozes out of the glass piercings on her feet and hands , that is left behind. “ STOP!! Baby! Stop!” I hear these words blare from her mouth. I watch him emotionlessly fists her hair tighter dragging her closer and closer to me. Each breathe that I breath , the air is filled with terror and blood – the smell is intense and it makes my stomach turn.