Rwby Rose Garden Novels & Stories

(Ariel's POV) “It's time for the second phase. What are we doing for it, Raven?” I asked Raven as we took our slow and quiet stroll around the garden. Raven's hands reached out to brush the flowers. The garden was beautiful. A large expanse of land with beautiful flowers and trees forming a serene space. At least 4 different flowers adorned the garden, and the beautiful shrubs were neatly trimmed. I reached out and plucked the lavender flower, I loved the lavender color. Its color reminded me of royalty. Butterflies fluttered as I plucked a strand, and an unconscious smile formed on my lips.

"It's okay. Look, there is a garden. It belongs to my elder brother. It's incredibly beautiful. It would be a shame if you missed it. Let me show you." Bryden Norman led her to the rose garden where she had met Mr. Satan earlier. This was another entrance, different from the one she had used before. However, from this perspective, the garden was still breathtakingly beautiful. The roses were tall and blooming brilliantly, like a sunset sky, radiant and splendid. Bryden said, "My elder brother loves roses. He's been cultivating this garden for over ten years. He doesn't need a gardener. Every rose here was planted by him. Aren't they beautiful?"

The cool morning breeze caressed my skin, adding a touch of mystery to the moment. The subtle scent of roses lingered, creating a sensory tapestry that immersed me further into the enchantment of the terrace. As he positioned himself behind me, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability coursed through me. With closed eyes, I surrendered to the ambiance, eager to unravel the beauty Liam had woven into this carefully crafted scene. "Ready?" Liam inquires. I nod in agreement. He removes his hands from my face, allowing me to behold the true paradise. Before me lies a rose garden at my feet! Thousands of red roses neatly arranged in rows, planted in perfect order.

Every marble corridor seemed to echo with doubts she didn’t want to voice out. She pulled a sweater tighter around her shoulders and walked outside into the garden, hoping the cool evening air would steady her. The Blackwood gardens stretched wide, taken care of to perfection. Roses bloomed in perfect rows, their petals bright and stunning. Gravel paths laid through the plants, leading to marble benches and hidden alcoves. Evelyn had discovered the garden on her second day here, a rare pocket of calm, and since then, she had loved it. Tonight, the garden wasn’t empty.

_*]:min-w-0"> _*]:min-w-0"> POV: Ronan Montague _*]:min-w-0"> The memorial garden was finished. _*]:min-w-0"> I stood at the entrance, looking at what three months of work had created. White roses climbed trellises on either side of the stone pathway. A fountain sat in the center, water flowing over smooth rocks. Benches lined the edges, placed in spots where sunlight filtered through the trees.

As we approached the garden doors, I let Raphael know I’ll take it from there and ask him to leave. When I opened the doors, I’m greeted with one of my favorite gardens, a rose garden. The Count had some professionals decorate and arrange it into a small indoor garden, with two giant fountains in the middle, white benches on the sides, and lamps to illuminate during the night, and the roof was see-through. You could also open it for air or rain to pour in. Walls and pillars were white, with small vines covering them. Rose bushes were everywhere, as he knew I loved roses, especially white ones.

He remembers how she fondly talked about her favorite flowers that she planted herself so he decided to push through the doors and enter the enclosure. He admired the sleeping flowers illuminated by the silver moonlight. Some of the plants are actually nocturnal and some are even phosphorescent, glowing brilliantly in the darkness. He looked at the small artificial cascading falls flowing to a small pond making him smile as he remembered Ruby playfully splashing him with water when he called her cute. Apparently, the little lady considers being called 'cute' an insult. His attention was suddenly captured by the soft sound of weeping emanating from somewhere in the garden. He followed the sou

Pillows and frames are scattered all around the floor, making me cautiously watch my step incase I step on one. My heart skips a beat at the sight I see; Rose sitting onto the ground as she cries out while her right hand is currently holding onto a knife—signalling her left wrist, leaving me frozen at my spot. I can't help but continue to look at her from behind, remembering that I've once see her this way before and it wasn't pleasant but the last time I saw her, she already did. ''Rose.'' I call out softly, afraid if I might startle her.

It was as if nature itself embraced us, offering solace and a sense of belonging. Riley paused for a moment, her eyes wide with wonder, as she reached out to touch a delicate rose petal. The vibrant red against her tiny hand was a beautiful contrast, a symbol of life's exquisite colors. Ryan, ever curious, bent down to examine a ladybug that had landed on a leaf, his face filled with fascination. "This garden is magical, Mommy," Riley exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. I smiled, my heart swelling with love for them. "Yes, my darlings, it truly is. A world of wonders awaits us here."

I edge closer, noting the dusty inscription his hand seems to be rubbing - Garden Beckett; the roses in this garden are dedicated to my two wonderful boys, Randy and Kristoff. My brows knit together as I try to piece the puzzle together, but Kristoff doesn't give me a minute as he pushes it open and steps aside, gesturing inside for me to enter first. I brush past him, my jaw dropping to the floor at what's in front of me. It's the most tendered, blossoming rose garden I've ever seen. It wasn't spring yet but the roses were healthy and bright - the red petals glimmering in the warm sunlight. A little to the left sat a small cottage with a shed in front - a small table on which spray cans and