Roses Without Thorns Novels & Stories

But close enough to the spirit of Lysander’s betrayal. Cyprian leaned back. He tapped his fingers on the leather armrest. He looked at her reflection in the darkened window. The image was ghostly—a woman in red, superimposed over the passing city. In the reflection, the "Thornless Rose" tattoo on his neck seemed to hover right next to her cheek. A rose without thorns. A symbol of beauty that couldn't hurt you. Or perhaps, a symbol of something that had been stripped of its defenses.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

Thorns grew from the petals of roses around, forming a spiral shape. The air, husky and aggressive. Lana, clothed in white linen that stopped around her knees, barefoot walked the straight path to where she could see brightness. Jerked out of her trance, she whined in pain, reaching for her feet. They were bleeding, having been pricked countless times by the thorns on the path she wasn't conscious of.

I said. I turned around to see a Piko Piko Hammer about to hit me but I parry the attack with my Amethyst Piko Piko Hammer “bold move but it’s not enough Thorn Rose” I said. Mangey saw Thorn Rose shocked to her attack parried by me “my sanctuary is in jeopardy and I won’t let Corona control my sanctuary!!!” I shouted with determination. Thorn Rose still under Corona’s spell heard that word before but she shakes it off and looks at me as Mangey teams up with her “Corona like to see you dead” said Thorn Rose, Mangey barked with agreement.

While it doesn't really bother me because I know I'm gorgeous and do not need anyone to tell me that or otherwise, it is exhausting to stand about and listen to five nitwits whose brains are filled with nothing but the hottest guys in town and high fashion in Vogue spout insults and play tricks on me. I once considered calling them out on their bullshit or even giving one of them a black eye at some point but Ella beat me to it. She's not exactly the most patient person when it comes to dealing with people and she's pretty tough. As the only scholarship students in our year, it's quite easy to identify us as we're required to wear a ‘pride brooch’ as it's called. It's supposed to make us pro

The scent of rose and apple blossom is thick in the air as I step out of the woods and into the sunlight. I pick a few roses, stopping to sniff deeply and run my fingers over their velvet petals. Instead of the tears I was sure would start spilling, I smile. Instead of homesickness and that all encompassing uncertainty when it comes to what I believe is my untimely death, I feel… incredibly happy. I feel fine. Whole and well. But then I prick my finger on one of the thorns. “Ouch,” I mumble, sucking on the wound. “You’re not supposed to touch the thorns, silly!”

Nikolaus POV: “It looks so pure.” The softness of her voice was almost breathless, her little fingers hovered over the white rose, she was drawn to it. “Nothing is truly pure,” I muttered and gently nudged her hand away, reaching for the rose myself. The thorn bit into my skin,sharp, quick, bleeding,but I didn’t flinch. With my fingers immediately closing around the stem, a thorn pierced my skin enough to draw blood. Snapping and getting rid of the thorns, I handed the rose to her.

From the center of the chamber, a rose emerged, its petals a deep crimson but surrounded by the sharpest of thorns. Elder Aria approached it cautiously, "This is the Thorned Rose of Meranthia. Legend speaks of it, a symbol of love that endures. One of you must prove your commitment, your willingness to endure pain for love." Seraphina hesitated, her thoughts racing. She remembered the times Altair had stood by her, the trust they had built. Without a word, she stepped forward, reaching for the rose. As her fingers brushed against the thorns, drops of blood appeared, but she held on, her gaze unwavering.

She shows me her long, painted nails and I can’t help but smirk. “A rose...” I begin, taking one from the box. I made sure that the stems were not completely shaved off, retaining their original beauty, and I brush my thumb down the stem, letting one of the thorns cut into my thumb. “Is breathtakingly beautiful, regal… yet it protects itself with its thorns… but once you get past that exterior…”

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.