Rwby Rose Garden Novels & Stories

On the other end, Blair paused before saying, “Mabes, go out onto the balcony.” Mable was taken aback before getting out of bed and walking onto the balcony. She was just about to ask him what for when she saw the rose garden below suddenly light up like stars in the night sky. “Wow!” Mable gazed at the rose garden that now looked like the Milky Way with bright eyes, amazed by the beautiful sight. When did Blair get people to install so many small silver lights in the rose garden? It was so pretty. “Do you like it?” Blair’s voice carried from the phone.

He’s not the brightest. But in my position, that’s a good thing because that will make it easier for me to convince him that I know nothing about the attack we’re about to walk into–I hope. We stroll along without speaking for a bit, and Alpha Kaelen leads me to the rose garden the Luna before last planted around the castle. It’s lovely, with bright red, pink, yellow, and white flowers blooming. The fragrance fills the air with a calming floral scent. Large thorns stick out from the bushes–a reminder that something beautiful can also be deadly.

*** The garden behind the estate had recovered along with everything else. What had once been a half‑trampled patch of herbs and two brave rosebushes was now a genuine small sanctuary—beds of lavender and sage, a climbing vine that Rowan swore wasn’t enchanted even though it always seemed to be in bloom, a stone bench beneath an old ash tree whose roots dug deep into Blackmoon soil. I led Kade along the path between beds, letting the hum of bees and the rustle of leaves take the hard edges off my nerves. He walked beside me, hands in his pockets, posture looser than I’d ever seen it in this place.

Because the guards knew her identity in advance, no one made it difficult for her. Wearing a gorgeous vintage Rococo dress, her blonde hair loosely shimmering under the moon, on the center of her head was a red rose face clip almost half the size of her head. One eye is blue like the sky, the right is mysterious under the gray wiper. Brawen walked deep into the garden like a fairy tale. Beautiful flower garden, crimson roses still wet under the night dew, glittering like red ruby. I originally intended to go see the flowers for a bit, but who would have thought that this flower garden would be as large as a city.

I stared all around me, soaking up the magical atmosphere. It’s them, I realized, my heart swelling with love. Knowing it was Jackson and Brandon who had created this path just for me, excitement flooded through my veins and I almost started running. The garden soon came into view. Golden fairy lights were twined elegantly around the white pillars. Moving closer, I saw vines of fresh white roses and baby’s breath covering the roof and railings, making it look like a scene straight out of a dream. “It’s so beautiful,” I breathed, my hand flying to my chest.

Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke. For a moment, she let herself forget everything, her family’s death, the lies, the danger. But it came rushing back when the wall behind her vibrated with a blast from the hallway. Esteban pulled away, panting. “We have to go. Now.” She nodded, fumbling to fix her clothes, the heat of him still burning on her skin. They raced down the corridor. At the end of the hallway, a hidden stairwell led them into a dim underground passage. The walls were lined with aged stone, the air cooler but thick with dampness.

"Everything feels... wrong without Star." "The potion will wear off soon," Luna Mara assured me. "Your royal blood is already fighting it." We continued in silence, the twins flanking me protectively as we followed the gently rising tunnel. Questions crowded my mind despite the danger behind us, demanding answers I wasn't sure I was ready to hear. Finally, the passage ended at what appeared to be a rose garden, which was overgrown and long forgotten, but a sense of calm washed over me. The garden was enclosed by high stone walls covered in climbing roses, their thorny branches weaving a natural barrier. At the centre stood a weathered stone structure that resembled a small temple, its column

“From someone who wanted me to tell you: we haven’t forgotten.” Gasps rippled from the guests who understood the implication — in Garden Metro’s underworld, a rose wasn’t romance. It was a death notice. Cassidy expected her to flinch, to pale, to leave the gala humiliated. Elara took the rose in one hand, the envelope in the other, studying them as though she were examining a curious but harmless trinket. Then, with deliberate slowness, she plucked a champagne flute from a nearby tray, dropped the rose into it, and handed it back to the startled waiter.

She snatched the paper from him and muttered a thank you and walked away, going to find Axel. As she sauntered around, a guard approached her. “Boss is at the garden.” He informed. Without saying any words to him, she walked to the garden, her heart racing so fast in curiosity. When she got to the garden, her mouth opened widely, refusing to close. It wasn’t just decorated, it had been transformed into a living dream. Thousands of roses out in every direction, their colors blending like a painter’s palette: crimson, blush, cream, gold. They climbed trellises, spilled from massive urns, and lined winding pathways. Each rose seemed placed with a purpose, a promise whispered through petals.

--- The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the castle gardens. Roberick and Cynthiya found themselves strolling along a cobblestone path, the fragrance of blooming roses filling the air. They walked hand in hand, their fingers interlaced, as if their hearts were weaving a tapestry of connection. Roberick paused by a rosebush, its petals a rich crimson. With a tender touch, he plucked a perfect rose and presented it to Cynthiya. "For the most enchanting flower in my garden," he said, his voice a soft caress.