Rwby Black Rose Novels & Stories

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

I held my breath, breaking out in sweat as his proximity made fear spread through my now shivering frame. "You see... The Black Rose is a bad crowd to stick with. They'll lead you to your death. As a friend and a man who's insanely attracted to you... I advise you to cut all ties with them." His smile remained on his face, his voice still the same low, soft lilt it had been since he started speaking. Yet... There seemed to be venom in every syllable, burning through my skin like acid, making my heart pound painfully against my chest. I was afraid. This man... there was something about him, something sinister. He was going to hurt me. He wanted to hurt me.

Her lipstick was already smudged from their kisses in the car. “Damn, I missed this place,” Rose said, pulling off her heels. She dropped her purse, not even caring where it landed. Her hands went straight under Bryan’s shirt, and down his pants, pulling them out and taking in the big c*ork. “Damn! Is still as big and well curved as I like. Mummy is about to take you to the full moon.” She bent down and shoved the whole c*ork down her throat. He held her as she thrust in and out with her throat.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

demanded Rain. "What you see, you will forget, even when looking at it. This black rose rune has protected you from views you shouldn't see as mortal. You can act like any other mortal. There are no descriptions of shadow creatures and creatures of darkness.

“A beautiful one… with faint golden hues around it.” Raine froze. “A black rose?” she asked in disbelief, she did not understand what Liya was talking about. Most werewolves who awakened their wolves developed a wolf mark somewhere on their body, usually their back or shoulder. That was common knowledge. But a black rose? Slowly, Raine stood up from the chair and walked toward the full length mirror nearby. She turned her head slightly. The moment her eyes landed on the mark, she went still. The rose rested beautifully against the side of her neck near her collar bone. Dark petals curled delicately against her light skin while faint golden lines glowed around it subtly.

It was completely dark. “I might get scolded for this but you can take it….” Raelyna saw that little boy taking out something from his pants pocket and it was a black rose. Her eyes twinkled, seeing how beautiful that rose was. He extended the rose towards her. “Take it…This rose will take you to your home. It has magic in it,” he said to her. She took the rose from him.

The rare black dragon roses. These are unlike any other roses, black in colour, and twice the size of ordinary roses. They are uniquely found only within the confines of the dark forest's cliff! “Found them!” I cried out, feeling a gush of excitement. “Be careful!” Rey warned from behind. After setting my bag down, I cautiously approached the cliff edge, which was somewhat slick from an unexpected rain shower. I gently positioned myself at the edge, leaning slightly forward, and reached for the plant. A single rose would suffice.

I heard Grey yell. “Where is it?” Scott asked. “Right there.” Grey pointed to what looks like a black rose. “I don't think I have ever seen a black rose.” Kaden said. “Yeah, but it seems easy to find. It's just sitting here in this forest.” Grey said. “That's easy for you to say. You found it.” I told him. “The plant alone can't kill an immortal.” Scott said. “What do you mean?” Myself, Grey and Kaden asked at the same time.

His Wind-blown raven-black hair streaming behind him, he was tall with his black eyes glinting with nothing but ices-hardened amusement. My dad fought, claws tearing through the bruiser's arm, but the guy didn't even blink. He just smiled. And then— CRACK. My dad's body hit the ground. I closed my eyes and a raw, anguished scream ripped from my mouth. My hands shook wildly as I stared wildly about dementedly, for something—someone—anything. And then I saw him. Simon. My friend. His body was just feet in front of me, his throat torn open wide.