Rose With Dripping Blood Novels & Stories

The man dropped Rosie's body to the floor where she curled onto her side, hands scrabbling to put pressure on her neck. Marco lowered his and Arabella's clasped hands into the basin. She stared at him, eyes wide as Rosie's blood started seeping into the long sleeves of her dress. The fabric clung to her wrists as Marco drew his hands back. He reached forward, using the sticky gore to draw a line across her mouth with his thumb. Shakily, Arabella raised her own hand to Marco's face, mirroring his actions.

Then I felt something thick in between my legs running down my thighs and when I dipped my hand inside and brought it out, I saw blood and my eyes grew red at it. "Roselia, what's happening to me?" I asked, panicking. She pulled me up worriedly as she stared at the thick blood that just dropped on the floor. "Alas! It's what I had suspected." She said as she made me sit on the bed holding my hands. "What did you suspect, Roselia? I've never fell and it resulted to this kind of bleeding." I said to her. She looked at me with tears shimmering in her eyes and fighting for words to say. "Roselia?" I called gently still in a bit of pain.

Blood flowed freely from a gaping wound on his forehead, pooling sickeningly on the floor. Tears blurred my vision as I tore a part of my top, ripping under my desperate fingers. I pressed the material against his head to reduce the bleeding, watching as the pale blue cotton immediately darkened to crimson. My fingers trembled uncontrollably, smearing blood across my hands, the scent filling my nostrils and making my stomach lurch violently. "Dad, please, please stay with me," I sobbed uncontrollably, my voice breaking with anguish. His blood felt warm against my cold hands, a horrifying reminder of the life draining from him.

The farther I move, the more the blood, till I’m welcomed by a large pool of blood. Luna Sarah. Her heart, just like Aurora’s, is ripped out. And she’s lying in her blood. Her eyes snap open. They’re fixed on me, every inch of them covered in black ink. “Rosie,” she croaks, blood spilling out of her mouth when she coughs. “Why did you do this?” My eyes fly open and I let out a blood-curdling scream that makes my stomach cramp. “No, no, no.” This can’t be right.

Valentina I never thought a rose could terrify me. But the one I held in my hand the blood-red rose.felt like a death sentence. Its petals, delicate as velvet, were smeared with something darker. Not just crimson... blood. Real blood. Fresh. I clutched the edge of the marble sink in my en suite bathroom, my knuckles white. My heart pounded like war drums against my ribs. Who left it? When? I had locked this door before I fell asleep, hadn’t I?

I lifted the lid. Inside, on a bed of black silk, was a single, perfect red rose. But it was wrong. It was too red, too alive. Its thorns were long and sharp, and from their tips, thick drops of dark red liquid fell slowly, like blood, but they never hit the bottom of the box. They vanished into mist before they touched the silk. And it was… singing.

Rosa's POV It was the smell that woke me. Blood. I knew that sharp, metallic scent. For a moment, I wondered why I could smell it so strongly. Then I opened my eyes and realized I was lying on the ground, a small pool of blood formed beside me. My blood. A scream tore out of my throat, echoing into the darkness around me. It was night, dark and quiet. And I could barely make out anything beyond the bushes and the ground beneath me. My hand moved forward, searching, trying to find where the blood was coming from. The moment I lifted my head, pain exploded through my skull.

Everything will be fine, she's better. -But, it's just like last time, Rose. Tell me...tell me, what will I do? How will she face something like that again? Will I be able to? You? What if we are not so lucky? - He asked without stopping or taking a breath. Rose hugged him worriedly. - Come, have some water. He took her hand and they walked towards the kitchen. Luna was right behind them. -James, maybe it's just ordinary bleeding. Kids get nosebleeds from time to time. Maybe she spent too much time in the sun yesterday? -she said trying to calm him down.

Or was it not a sweven? She could still imagine that very moment in their P.E.class when her whole body gradually hardened and somehow she herself was turning to a…to a rose. Not just a rose, a blood rose. Or was it just an ordinary rose? She’d never seen an actual blood rose before anyway and Rozelyn bet that it was far more different than any other roses. It possesses such extraordinary abilities and so it shall also possess an extraordinary appearance. She licked the blood from her finger, making her tongue taste the blood that it had been craving.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.