Roses Without Thorns Novels & Stories

“Why are you angry at me? Tell me so I can make it up to you.” She didn’t say a thing and kept her mouth shut before turning her head away in case he was going to kiss her. ‘He’s too deceiving.’ she told herself before comparing him to Lucas who looked and acted genuine. “So...yes?” Theo asked, putting his lips on the back of her hand, giving it a light kiss. “I have no interest in whatever you’re doing,” Rojean just said, pulling her hand away, thinking Sei was like that. “I don’t really feel well so if there’s nothing to discuss I’ll go now.”

Turning around I see Cronus smiling softly at me. "What seeds are they this time?" He asks tilting his head to the side. "Rose seeds. It's has become my favourite flower. It reminds me of someone." I say smiling fondly at the place I planted the seeds. "And how does it do so?" Cronus asks me gently. "You might think it's ridiculous," I tell him embarrassed. "No, I will not. Tell me, Luna." Cronus encourages me with a soft smile. "Roses have thorns, where you bleed if you don't hold them carefully. But go beyond the thorns you will find the most beautiful flower in the world. It's really soft on the inside." I tell him softly.

he muttered, pulling back suddenly. A drop of blood welled on his fingertip where a thorn had pricked him. "Let me see," I fretted, taking his hand. "It's nothing," he smiled. "Red roses are tougher than white moonpetals. Roses are meant to have thorns; it's not their fault if they prick unwary wolves." Our eyes met, and I understood his deeper meaning. My defenses weren't flaws but part of who I was. And he accepted them—accepted me—completely.

The first thing you need to do is study the Aries world. Her hands touched various kinds of flowers that bloomed beautifully. Feel the texture. And that's right after she raised her hand to look at the fingers. There was already blood seeping from the pores. She took the flower and looked at it closely. Small Thorns are plastered there and can penetrate the flesh. She was also surprised when the stem of the plant she had picked immediately withered and ended up dead. It's like rapunzel's hair can't be cut by a witch.

Lyra stared at the white rose like it might bite her. It was delicate, perfect—each petal unmarred, impossibly pure. And yet it was more chilling than any blood-soaked weapon. She’d been trained to track monsters, to fight with blade and claw, but no one had ever prepared her for this. A Thornwyn rose. A symbol of possession. A claim. Her fingers trembled as she snatched the folded parchment tucked behind the stem. The seal broke with a soft crack—the Thornwyn crest etched in crimson wax, pressed like a threat into the aged paper.

'' Tears are continuing to fall. It has been exactly ten minutes but she has not open the door, making me worry even more of what she might be doing inside; causing me to try and break the door—not caring if I end up hurting. After a couple of tried, the door breaks down, revealing Rose laying onto the ground, her eyes closed.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Rose fell silent. Her brain and body seemed to be disconnected. She was still motionless, frozen before the man, who looked different from the last time they met. It was like being trapped in a sensory distortion. The air around Rose was filled with painful tension. She just wanted to burn the 15 roses, which were received from hand to hand for five consecutive days. However, her readiness had to be hindered when Theo walked in with wobbly steps. Not even looking at Rose, when he had the chance to look away.

He asked her. “Yes, I did. But I didn't expect that you would rush over, anyway thank you very much” she said, noticing she was starting to sound ungrateful. “So what's wrong?” He asked. “Well first of all there is an unconscious maid in the closet.” She said and stopped waiting for it to digest “If I say I was expecting to hear that I am a . Rose, how and why is she unconscious?” Roman asked her. “Well i woke up this morning and then i bathed and while i was dressing i tore my dress with my claws, they came out.” She said and his expression changed.

Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it. Greetings! This is my first ever werewolf story. I really was looking forward writing this. And if there are wrong typos and grammars, that I deeply apologize. I am sorry in advance. By the way, if you're enjoying the story, please vote gems for Mated to the Thorns. Thank you!! -Note: From Author, MysticGrace