Roses Palace Novels & Stories

Still, the image of the wistful face and fear of Princess Sonya haunted her mind. “It was a damn dream that made me feel threatened!“ shouted Rosetta in the heart. Then the girl with the flaming hair got out of bed. Pulling a long coat of feathers from a closet, putting it on, and then stepping out without making a sound. Rosetta walked down a dark aisle whose light came from big candles at a distance of five and a half feet to each other. Suddenly, Rosetta walked up to the passage that showed the palace’s central garden. Still without the sound, Rosetta steps into the huge park area. Maybe five acres. Because from where Rosetta stood, she could still see the tops of the pavilion, also known

The glass gardens were dark and silent when she arrived, the blooming white roses smelling sickly sweet in the twilight. Ezekiel was already waiting in the shadows near the rear glass wall. He didn't say a single word when he saw her approach. He didn't gloat, and he didn't smile. He merely gave her a solemn, heavy nod. Moving with swift, silent agility, Ezekiel stepped toward the exterior stone framework of the palace’s private west wing, the section that housed the King’s private war study. Before Rosalie could protest, Ezekiel wrapped a massive, powerful arm securely around her waist. His grip was steady and iron-clad, completely supporting her weight as he began to climb the heavy, ornam

“If Viv can’t handle it, I can pour drinks. We keep him happy.” His gaze flicked toward her. “And judging by the state of that florist shop out there, I’d say you’re doing something right.” Despite herself, Rose huffed a small breath. “Still don’t know what we’re going to do with all those flowers,” he added. “Neither do I,” she said. A beat passed. “Guess I’ll go then.” Luke nodded once. Rose stepped back out into the bar. Viv was behind the counter, stringing garlic up between the rows of roses like some kind of chaotic decoration.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

"For everything. For being here, for putting up with me, for making sure I didn't freak out." She squeezed back, a watery chuckle escaping her. "You’re welcome. Now go marry your mafia princes. They’re probably pacing holes in the garden." The garden of the King Estate had undergone a breathtaking metamorphosis. It was a vision of purity and romance, bathed in the soft afternoon light. Thousands of white roses, their petals unfurling in delicate perfection, climbed trellises and adorned every available surface. Silver silk drapes shimmered in the gentle breeze, catching the light like liquid moonlight. And from the ancient, gnarled branches of the towering oaks, crystal chandeliers hung, twi

***** Roen's Palace: Queen Rosa stood up from the ground and went over to her flowers, picking a blue rose. She held it in the air and started whispering some strange words and the rose left her hands and started floating in the air, spinning around in the air. The rose petals started removing by itself and began forming circle. It started growing bigger and bigger until it was like the size of a portal.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

“Let’s go outside and take a look at the grounds.” The gardens surrounding the palace were indescribably beautiful. He showed me the Rose Garden—the one I could see from my window. The scent of all those perfumed roses flirted shamelessly with my senses, making it impossible not to smile. Their petals were impossibly soft, delicate, and not a single rose was wilted. He’d picked one in a pale pink shade… and given it to me. Stop it. Don’t fall for this. Don’t be stupid. And even though my heart tried to open up to him, my mind kept shutting down, repeating the same warning: It’s too good to be true. You don’t even know him.

Everyone is aware that a Gahndor bite can be fatal, after all. I pause to appreciate the grounds as we drive past the imposing iron gates and into the cul-de-sac that swirls before the palace entrance. I find it surprising that they allowed so much color on the front lawn of a palace as Gothic as this one. The lawn has a vivid green color, resembling the well-groomed shrubs that encircle the flower beds brimming with purple tulips and white roses. Even a black rose appears among the tangle, and just as I'm trying to work out how it could possibly be conceivable in biology, the carriage comes to a stop.

I needed air. I took the rare opportunity to walk amongst the palace’s enchanting gardens and enjoy some of the rare specimens that weren’t easily cultivated. There was the Middlemist Red Camellia. The rare Ghost Orchid. The stunning Chocolate Cosmos. I nearly tripped over myself when I came upon the last section of the gardens. My heart hammered in my chest as I took in the nerve-wracking sight of the rose bush. Light pink roses... [Julius’ POV] I was a bit put off by the fact that Violet was nowhere to be seen once we all entered the throne room.