Rwby White Rose Novels & Stories

Petals were torn loose and lifted into the air, twirling and fluttering like white snowflakes as they danced with the leaves. “Here. Take this,” he said simply as he returned. He stood in front of me, holding out a cluster of white roses. The stems were bound together at the base with a twisted vine, forming a makeshift ribbon. I noticed the sharp thorns right away. Yet he hadn’t hesitated to gather them with his bare hands. I reached out slowly and took the bouquet from him. “This will serve as a symbol of my warm welcome to you here,” Ragnar said formally. “And I am truly honored that you’ll soon become part of our ritual.”

"Take this. These white roses symbolizes the rebirth of the soul and its peaceful transition to the afterlife. It is good for a departed soul." Vincenzo took the bouquet. “How much is it?” "Just twelve dollars." "Give me another." The old woman nodded, grabbed another white rose bouquet from the bucket, and handed it to Vincenzo. He took it, steadying both flowers in one hand before reaching into his pocket with the other. Pulling out his wallet, he slipped out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it to her.

Yuna was about to answer that when Minerva calmly interjected. "Yuna, let me tell them about the rose field," Minerva decided, making Yuna check on her for a few seconds before nodding. "Sure." She smiled and let the vampire elder share what she knew about the rose. "First of all, I knew them because both Monte Cruz and Escoffier had their background having a unique bond. And as I was saying about the Escoffier Rose Field, it was the only field that contained wolfsbane and silver, which was not good for any one of us. However, for some reason, this type of rose wasn't bad between the family of Orlok and the Escoffier. Since there was no bad effect in them, Rose Ann gave a plant to her vampir

The black rose belongs to the Crestland royalty which is also one of the most powerful provinces of glitz planet. The white belongs to the galaxy wing royal house and only their king and princes can use it. The violet belongs to the Mariposa royal house, which would not be used for a while since there was no crown prince in Mariposa, there was only but a princess. The yellow rose belongs to other noble household like the dukes, the prime minister and others. Lastly the red and most common rose belongs to the rest of the poeple who are not royalty. Everyone must be happy that their princess got engaged to a prince, what perfect combo.

I said pouting at him Then I remembered I had to ask him about those magic roses "hey, Blondy by-the-way from where did you get those magic roses? " I asked curiously "What are you talking about? There are no magic roses " he said with a confused expression "oh common you can tell me I already saw them, " I said smirking why is he hiding it from me "really life there are no magic roses," he said with a serious expression. "Okay, enough is enough Blondy those black-blue roses bloom when you touch them are you telling me I am dreaming about it? " I snapped like common why is he hiding that I know they are freaking werewolves I can handle bloom-on-touch roses! Huh seriously!

I smile softly. “Everything I was.” “Everything they were.” “And everything we’re meant to become.” He closes his eyes. And I feel it the bond. Familiar threads of silver (Aria), blue-white lightning (Clara), and gold (Ares). Woven together. Tighter than before. Stronger. Balanced. “Look at me,” I whisper. He does. The forest glows faintly responding to us. Recognizing me. Recognizing him. “Ares,” I say,

The winter roses were in full bloom, their petals glowing silver under the moon, frost edging their thorns like delicate lace. Liera gasped as they stepped into the clearing. “Wow… I had only heard of them. Never seen them.” The frozen roses stretched before them, their blooms perfect and ethereal, silver frost sparkling on every petal. The garden was a hidden jewel of Ravencrest, a place few were allowed to enter. Ryke had come here often when the weight of his duties grew too heavy. Now, he watched Liera as she stepped closer, her green eyes wide with wonder, fingers reaching out to touch a bloom without disturbing the frost.

Rose stood there for a moment, longer than she should have, her body still keyed to something that had not quite settled. She watched them go, then moved away, back down the alley towards her bike. She let herself calm. Then, reaching around for her helmet, dropped her keys. Then she bent to claim them, where they had slipped near the back wheel. Her fingers closed around them. She straightened and went still. The blonde woman, Bianca, stood beside her bike, and Rose realized she had not heard her coming. Close enough that Rose could see the fine detail of her expression, the smooth perfection of her features, and the way her eyes held a quiet, unmistakable malice.

Coby chuckled. "Well, You really eat so less" She smiled Don't smile at any other men like that Rose We walked out the sudden loud noise of a dog barking sends Rose to grab my arm and lean on me scared. I looked at her as she let go immediately embarrassed. But I wanted her to stay near me for just a little longer. Unable to hold myself back I put my arm on the back of her tiny waist and we walked to the car. Coby wanting to go have drinks with a friend and left us alone.

“He is already sleeping. I didn't want him affected by any of this.” I frantically unwrapped the package. Inside, on a bed of blood-red silk, was a single, perfect white rose. A symbol I knew all too well. It was a message of peace, a promise of forgiveness, but in my old world, a white rose was a threat. It was a symbol of a final truce, a sign that the war was over, but only after a terrible price had been paid. Underneath the rose was a simple card. It wasn't a letter or a warning. It was a single, typed sentence: "The white rose is not for you, but for your new life. A gift for her, from me."