Rwby White Rose Novels & Stories

Andrew puts it in my line of vision as I currently have my head bowed. “Come on love…” he ushers me to take it from him. I slowly put my hand forward , grasping the stem in my fingers. I look at it for a while , it’s white petals reminds me of the pure white fur that Angel used to have. She deserves this white rose – she is her name. I slowly put the rose on her grave – holding back a flood of tears.

‘I have, we knew each other since we were fourteen, he always came to my house on this same month and day so no one would notice’. Suddenly the door opened and a beautiful girl with silver hair came in. ‘Alfred are…’ Chevy looked at Nara angrily ‘you didn’t close the fuckin door’ ‘I’m sorry’ Nara apologizes. ‘Alfred are you okay’ ivory asked as she ran to Alfred bed and held his hand tightly with worry in her eyes. Nara looked at ivory, she threw seeds out of her bag, the seeds grew into thorns and rapidly approached ivory with the help of Nara.

The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park. All the flowers were Jeffrey's favorites. Of all the flowers, there were no roses, which he chanted about as his favorite day and night. It was only at that moment that I realized that he loved roses but was unwilling to give them a place in his home. Jeffrey's exclusive ringing sounded, and the phone screen lit up. "I just got out of the hospital. Now I'm going to pick you up at the manor. "The rose bracelet is ready. You can bring it on later.

She represented everyone who never had a voice. Thus stood the Council of Ten. They did not rule. They guarded. They did not judge—but drew the lines. Lines that had not been redrawn since the world first broke. The new law of the world was not written on paper. It was etched in deeds. In quiet decisions. In new alliances born not from blood or oaths, but from understanding. And Rea... was no longer the girl who once dragged a wounded demon home from the forest's edge. She was the White Rose—burned from light.

Rose said. “Why did he do it? It doesn’t make sense,” I said. Rose shrugged. “I can’t read his mind. It was strange to me too.” Rose had silver hair which looked more white than silver. She always wore white. Even her eyes were more white than silver. And her lips were blood-red. She looked like a ghost. A very beautiful ghost. I looked away from her face and turned to Sully. I removed a few strands of hair from her face.

I warn the dark haired. He chuckles and shakes his head no. I roll my eyes at his childish behavior. His just turned sixteen for gods sake you'd think he'd be a little more mature instead of goofing around. “Look, I've brought you something.” He captures my attention. I frown when his smile widens and his hands show me a pure white, white rose in between his hands. “You're giving me a rose? A white rose? Are you-” “I love them because it reminds me of you. Pure, simple, elegant yet so fucking beautiful.”

Eyes locked in a mutual fury, the atmosphere teetered on the brink of hostility. Murray suddenly let out a light chuckle, straightening up and glancing at the white roses in Emily's hands. He approached Ronald, giving a light cough before speaking with a look of regret, "White roses symbolize pure, unique, and supreme love for one's beloved. Thus, they are only meant for the one you love the most." "Ron, your flowers may be expensive, but they lack this special meaning, and naturally, they can't compare."

One who was good with words and action in duality. “Do you love it?” Drystan asked, his deep voice pulling her out of her trance. Rosealba gaze flickered back to the bracelet for the first time since Drystan wore it. Her lips stretched and tears almost blurred her vision as she glared at the bracelet engraved with. ‘you are MINE, white rose.’ Rosealba exhaled throwing her head backward and fanning her eyes to eradicate the tears while Drystan just stared at her, his world revolving around her.

The weeping willows that were far off seemed weepier that day. The green house already had the flowers in it blooming. But the roses were planted separately as a personal garden where only roses grew. Though they were of different kinds and in a variety of colors. Rita's favorite had been the white ones. She'd hang them in her hair all the time. Ryan looked down at the fountain that was decorated with statues of horses that were a few feet below his balcony. He closed his eyes and opened them again. Anger flashed through his eyes as he recalled what Ashley had said in the afternoon earlier on.

Left alone on a bench, Rose contemplates Saisha's words, pondering her costume choice for the evening. Suddenly, Rose's attention is drawn to the vibration of her phone, indicating a new message. Eagerly grabbing her phone, she reads the text that instructs her to wear black, emphasizing the need for her to be a witch rather than a fairy. Anger courses through her veins as she frowns, feeling manipulated and deceived. She lifts her eyes, scanning the surroundings until her gaze falls upon Blaze, who is also engrossed in texting someone on his phone.