Roses Riddle Novels & Stories

“Yes, ma’am “ Issabelle answered and then, “do ya think Mr. Edwards would know what that dolls is about yet miss?” Rose thought for a moment... she never knew the name of the apothecary in town, he was so mysterious and just said he’ll find her... so unusual. Yet he hasn’t found her! So now she has to search him out as it has been over 4 months! Issabelle was still looking at her waiting for a reply when Rose said, “I never did get his name, Mr. Edwards, I do hope he has found something out by now as my patience is wearing thin.” Exasperated, Rose sighed and hoped that her dad didn’t meet an unfortunate end before she could find out any information. Issabelle agreed that it had been a while

Rosa looked up, thoughtful for a moment as her gaze swept over the flowers again. She slowly raised one finger, shyly showing she wanted just one. The lady chuckled softly at her innocence. “Pick the one you like.” she encouraged. Rosa’s eyes lit up and she scanned the vibrant sea of petals in front of her. But then her lips pouted, she didn’t know Killian’s favorite color. Her fingers fidgeted slightly, unsure. That’s when she saw it. A single red rose in full bloom, its petals velvety and rich. Her gaze softened.

Suddenly, the smoke shifts, and I see the glass greenhouse at the edge of the cliff. But it isn't beautiful anymore. The thousands of white roses on the floor are dead, turned into black ash. The thousands of candles have melted into pools of liquid wax that look like tears. And standing right in the center of the ruins, under the broken crystal chandelier, is Rosalina.

Why did I go to that extent for just a rose? #TBC

“Soon… Sun cannot peek into your chambers like before. You won’t be in the lotus pond but the red rose garden full of thorns. Yet Red roses are a symbol of love, if you are smart and genuine you will find precious treasures like love and more. If not king of darkness awaits your arrival. “The rose garden not only has thorns but also black roses and hidden roses. Beware of them. When you find hidden roses… the purpose of your life will b unveiled. Yet there is a dead tree which was trying to gain life with you, don’t let it get to you. If it gets to you there will be no rose garden or lotus pond. Careful, be smart, and trust nobody but you,” the witch said. Adira was in shock when she heard h

I said with smug look on my face. "Where there is a will there is a way. I will take it as challenge then. What will you give me if I come to your room now?" he asked. There's no way he will come to my room. "You first come here then I will give you whatsoever you want" I said confidently. He Can't come cause all the doors are locked I thought giggling mentally. "Hahaha lucky chance. Open your window and count how many roses are there in the garden" he said making me dumbfounded. Huh!! Why he is asking me to count the roses?

But this time, there was a small message embedded in the code. Guess you’ve figured who I am by now. Did you like the rose?

“While you were away. Lord Rustyn. He brought something from Lady Celia and the queen.” My jaw tightens. But my eyes are on the roses. Even in winter, the cursed things bloom. Blue roses that climb the black stone walls, their petals sharp against the frost. They wither and bloom in ghostly cycles, yet never touch the ground. Always vanishing midair, leaving behind only that sweet and rotten scent. It clings to your throat, making you feel the misery etched deep within it. “Rogues?” I ask, eyes narrowing on a cluster of petals curling into vapor.

"So... the necklace, too?" It was still on me, and I bit down on my lips. He nodded slowly, confirming it. I let out a shaky breath as I turned to the painting again. I was standing in the midst of a large flower garden of black roses, but there was something rather peculiar about the roses. I walked closer and leaned towards it. That was when I saw it. There were words in black ink, written in spiral form to make roses. "Just how many words are these?" "A few thousand," he replied. "Is there anything you want?"

"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."