Rotten Roses Novels & Stories

"It says the bond strengthens gradually, culminating in the final ritual." Lilly looked between Kenny and Axel, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. "On my eighteenth birthday." Alpha Mick spoke again, “I don’t think the Moon Roses that you have on your three are any normal Moon Rose. I think they’re are one that with loose their petals slowly like some kind of count down.” The three young wolves looked down at their Moon Roses with newfound wonder. Each blossom seemed to pulse with its own inner light, as if alive in some impossible way. "A countdown?" Lilly whispered, gently touching one of the delicate petals. "Until what?"

However, as I drew closer, my heart sank at the sight before me. The once-lush roses now hung limply from the branches, their once-red petals turned to a haunting shade of black, as though burnt. It was as if a dark force had extinguished the life from these delicate blooms, leaving them in a state of despair. I found myself drawn to the window overlooking the living area, wondering if there's a connection between this ominous sight and the events that had unfolded inside the house. I couldn't help but feel that there was something more to this seemingly lifeless rose bush, something that held a clue to the mysteries that shroud Lily's death.

The scent of roses clung to the air, thick and sweet, but there was nothing gentle in the garden where Serenya had been cast. The blossoms were not flowers at all—at least not natural ones. Their crimson petals shone faintly under moonlight, shimmering with a sheen like wet blood. Their thorns were long, curved like hooks, and when she reached too close to push aside a vine, it snapped forward, drawing a line of red across her wrist.

He set it on the vanity and vanished as quickly as he’d appeared. I opened the lid. Inside lay two dozen white roses. They were exquisite, but they were wrong. They were preserved in a state of unnatural, waxy perfection, their petals stiff and cold. They were the exact variety Antonio had filled the church with for my funeral. I reached into the box and pulled out a small, silver vial Jax had prepared for me. It contained a chemical accelerant, a specialized rot-agent. I began to spray the blooms. Slowly, before my eyes, the pristine white began to brown at the edges. The petals curled and shriveled, the scent of fresh floral sweetness turning into the cloying, sickly stench of organic deca

Its petals, once vibrant and full of life, were now delicate and brittle, its color faded over time. As I held the dried rose, an unexpected image flashed before my eyes. It was Stassie, her radiant smile lighting up her face. It was a smile that could outshine the sun, a smile that had the power to make anyone's day brighter. The rose, in its silent beauty, reminded me of her.

She yelled. I sat back, my head ringing with a touch of madness. Black roses. A dead cat. The same exact things that had happened to me. My mouth went dry. "Zara, what did the roses look like exactly?" "What do you mean what did they look like? They were black roses, Aria. Dead, withered, horrible black roses with a note that said 'You're next.'" My flowers had been fresh roses. Did the difference in our roses make a difference?

Havermouth, Five Years Before The new girl smelled like the roses around the river house, Cameron thought. Not the sharp almost artificial stink of modern roses, but the rich, soft, seductive tones of roses whose origins were hundreds of years old, and which had not been interfered with in the human search for the perfectly marketable product, but which retained their original beauty as nature had intended.

With that, Luna Samantha walked away. I stood there for a minute, trying to wonder what she was talking about. But then the scent hit me again. 'GO FIND MATE' May yelled in my head. It snapped me out of my trance, and I headed for Masons' room. As I stood infront of his door, my heart continued pounding. His scent was very strong, so I could tell the smell was coming from him. But something was off. Mixed with his scent was something vile. Like raw sewage. I knocked on his door, but no answer. I grabbed the key to his room he gave my out of my pocket, and quickly unlocked his door and walked in. I never could have prepared myself for what I saw.

[Rose] I stared at my face in the mirror and sigh putting on my lipstick for the second time. My time coming up for another dance. I could feel my feet getting sore minute by minute as I made my way towards the dance floor. My teeth unintentionally bit my lower lip softly as I suddenly saw Kaden standing near the stage. The club was filled with people because it was a weekend. I had t leave early today because I was going apartment hunting tomorrow morning. I didn't care about the size. I didn't care if it was not convenient.

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.