Rose With Dripping Blood Novels & Stories

As soon as I stepped into the foyer, my eyes landed on Rachel. She hurriedly thrust a bouquet into my hands. When I glanced down at it, I saw that it was a bunch of white roses. However, they were marred by fresh blood, the crimson droplets still dripping onto the floor from the petals. My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at the gruesome sight before me. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mingling with the sweet fragrance of the roses in a sickening juxtaposition. I recoiled instinctively, my fingers trembling as I clutched the tainted bouquet, my mind reeling with horror at the implications of what I held in my hands.

His eyes that were black turned dull as more blood dripped down from his nose. “Dominic!” Shouted Rose as she noticed the unusual amount of blood that dripped from his nose and mouth.

She straightened her back, lowered her head, and looked at the shards on the floor as she said blandly, “No, sir.” “No?” The man hurled another glass that hit Rhea’s forehead, and blood slowly flowed down her fair cheek. The warm blood carried a pungent, sweet smell as it streaked down, creating an eerie contrast between the red blood and white hazmat suit. It looked hauntingly enchanting, like a red blossoming flower but gruesome at the same time.

Zane says, as he brings my pointer finger down hard on a thorn before making my blood drip on top of the rose. I sniffle my cry, and pull a deep breath into my nose as I feel my nose leaking from crying so much, and I see Zane and Alec pricking their fingers with the thorns on the rose before pouring the drops of blood on the rose. I watch as our bloods mix on the rose, sealing my new fate. Alec laughs as the look of horror washes over my face while staring down at the bloody rose. I don't understand this. Are they playing a prank on me? If so, this is a very twisted prank.

Roman continues to chatter about everything and nothing, I wish he would shut up and let me think. He takes my right hand, that's when I notice a single black rose. Wait, why didn’t I notice that before. That's when I feel it, a thorn from the rose pricks my palm and I suddenly come over all hot. I try to pull away but Roman holds on, he continues to act like he has no idea there is blood running down my wrist.

Her fingers trailed through every one of the dark inks, Nails crawling with an intoxicating feel as they traced hard lines of muscles like she was tracing sin itself. He groaned deeply, the sound low and guttural as he bucked his hip like it could keep him grounded. Her pupils narrowed hazily and her lips pouted “You have a rose on your chest” she mumbled. “I love roses but this one seems to have tears on it” “It's Blood, dolcezza” He corrected, covering it out of sight with a palm when her countenance paled with horror flashing. “I hate blood, it smells, it's a disgusting and scary sight—it's as if the nerve cells in your brain stop working even by merely sniffing it” she retched then colla

*** 🦋 *** 🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 I found myself wading through a sea of crimson blood, the sticky liquid sucking at my feet with every step. The metallic scent filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. I trailed after the blood, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of where it would lead me. As I followed the trail, I suddenly came face-to-face with Rose. Her eyes gleamed with hatred, and her smile was a cold, calculated gesture. But what made my blood run cold was not how she looked at me, but what she held in her hands – the severed head of Nikita. Blood dripped from it, forming a small pool on the ground.

If she could just find a way out…. A loud click. She spun. The door behind her creaked open. Not the hallway door. The panel behind the bookcase. A man stepped through the narrow passageway, dark curls damp with sweat, a gun in one hand, blood on the other. His shirt clung to his sculpted torso, open down to the middle of his chest, smeared with soot. But it was his eyes, those ice-blue eyes that rooted her to the floor. Alonso.

"It’s the red rose again," I whispered, staring at the single blood-red rose lying in the middle of the shattered glass. My pulse pounded in my ears, a chill creeping up my spine. "Adrian… why do we keep seeing red roses these days? Do you think… someone’s trying to send us a message?" Adrian stepped closer, his gaze hardening as he studied the rose. "A message?" I nodded slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from the ominous flower. "Yes. And whoever it is… they’re willing to go to extreme lengths. We need to be careful."

I spat directly into her eyes with all the strength left in my struggling weak and battered body. Her nose scrunched up with disgust as her fingers quickly wiped the spittle that landed on her brows. Her hot breath landed on my face as her eyes blackened and next I saw stars. Heavy stars, darkness trying to envelop my entire form as lightheadedness sprung. But something was leaking from the base of my head. My pitiful eyes tried to catch what that was and the horror stung my eyes of the crimson liquid leaking from me. Rosalia has banged my head heavily to the floor.