Rwby Black Rose Novels & Stories

"In case you don't know why I hate you. It's before you're the one to bring an end to black magic" "Wh......wh" Rose pushed the sword deeper until she gave up the ghost. After making sure she wasn't alive, Rose asked for the body to be disposed of. Although her body was disposed of, it got missing, a few hours later and no one could say what happened. **

Marybeth nodded, biting her lower lip, "Camille Something." "Yep, that's her," Elijah said, pointing at the first photo of a lifeless woman slumped against a Bridgewater couch. If it wasn't for the glimpses of white in her sleep set, it would have been hard to tell what colour it was before the gruesome attack. Like her blonde hair, it was soaked with blood. It was the black rose at her feet that caught Marybeth's eye, though. She'd seen black roses before. On P*******t. But she never thought they were actually real—

"Yeah. Whiskey. Neat." She smiled, her lips curling up in a sly grin. "Coming right up." As she poured the amber liquid into a glass, I felt my tension ease, my shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. I took a swig, the burn all the way down to my stomach a welcome distraction from the turmoil in my head. "What's the bruises from anyway?" I asked, my brows shooting up as I glanced at the purple coloration on the exposed parts of her arms. But series of coughs racked Black Rose's shoulders as she choked on her drink and she trembled. Frowning, I handed her my pocket napkin and she clean the drink that had spilled over her body.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.

But that day, I go back with a wavering feeling. It has been one year since then, Now I'm 18 years old and I also get closer to Mark and get to know his ambitions along with dex. I've decided to plant a trust in them and so I trained and joined the gang while also being a member of Shallow Rail. I gain a new title that soon rose up in the media after a few missions, they call me ' The Rose Empress'. It was formed after they found a black rose along with a strong rose scent on my dead victim. It just somehow became my trademark even tho initially, I put a rose to show a tad of grieve. For me, it was a mission but for them, it's the end of their life so I want to at least pay my respect as a f

"You were the one who turned me into a rejected mate, so you should stop bugging me." I tried to walk past Blake, but he grabbed my hand and slid the black rose into my palm. "Seems like a doom is coming closer towards you," he said with a smile. "I saw this rose at your doorstep. Take care of yourself." And with that, Blake turned and walked away, leaving me standing there with the black rose in my hand. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over me. What did Blake mean by a doom coming closer? And why did he seem to care about me all of a sudden?

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

But before Cyrill could avenge her, the skin-faced figure kicked her and she fell on her back, making the dagger plunged deeper into her spine. With a fragment of her power, she yeeted the figure to a nearby tree, making him mobilized for a minute. But the man was holding a Black Rose—a Black Peruvian Rose. Luckily, Romaine hoisted a very tiny Lily of the Valley that she found when they were trekking here in the moon-lighted forest—nullifying the Black Peruvian Rose’s destructive powers. The masked entity was wholly shocked. Cyrill then pinned him to the aspen tree and demanded, “Did the Blood Mistress send you?!”

' Rose shook her head and turned around. But when she turned around she saw the man she didn't want to see. Alpha Arvan Black. Arvan came outside to smoke but saw them walking and talking with each other. He saw how Rose smiled and waved at Blaze. His blood boiled. He did not know why, but he did not like all of this. Rose glanced at Arvan and started to walk. She tried to pass him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. He took her with him to the forest and let go of her hand.