Rwby White Rose Novels & Stories

White roses climbed elegant trellises surrounding the ceremony space while silver ribbons danced gently in the afternoon breeze. At the far end of the aisle stood a raised platform decorated with white lilies, silver banners, and the crest of the united kingdoms. Raiden and Zayden waited there. The moment I appeared, every person in the gardens rose to their feet. Not because they had to. Because they chose to. My steps faltered for only a heartbeat. Yesterday an invading army had fallen to its knees beneath the power of the White Wolf. Today… Friends. Families. Warriors. They all stood willingly. Honor. Respect. Trust. Those things could never be forced. They had to be earned.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.

I bet I could haunt him in wolf form. Nate was next, and he looked very appreciative of Rose’s dress. He even twirled her on his doorstep to get a better look. I watched her giggle at him, and felt my heart clench. I had to keep telling myself that he annoys her, and she’ll smack him if he gets out of line. I may have to think of a way to terrify him, but it would be harder since he’s also a werewolf. Most of the group had beat us to the nickel arcade, including Amanda. I have to admit it, she looked hot. I realized why she chose blue. It really suited her coloring. All we were missing from our rainbow was purple. That’s when I heard a motorcycle.

said Rose. “I know! Why is this wedding that was fixed on a whim so grand?” asked Seth. “I… I don’t know!” replied Rose, stunned. Red was her favourite colour. Her father had made sure that she always had rose plants in the garden. They both loved tending to roses together. When Lucas fell ill, Ursa and Vanessa made sure they uprooted every rose plant. Vanessa hated roses because they made her jealous. Rose was the Woolridge princess, and she was not. So, why was the whole hall decorated with every variety of rose there was?

When she tried to create distance between them, he pulled his hand out of her grasp and then picked up the rose that had fallen then he wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her even closer, her chest against his stomach, she could feel every slow breath he took, her knees weakened and almost became mush. He handed the bloody rose over to her, she reached for it, subconsciously collecting it from him...feeling the wetness of his blood against her fingers. “Rain...” he said. The edges of his lips curled up and his hold on her waist tightened. Rain held her breath and waited…

I looked around to find a note near the vase. #Bribe 2.2: Hope you're still in a good mood after #bribe 2.1. But if not, then these will definitely improve your mood. White rose reminds me a lot of you, y'know. Beautiful to look at, but can make you bleed if you press a wrong button, or wrong part of the stem. XD. Anyways, I'm learning how to prevent it. Hopefully I'll find one without thorns someday. Have a good day, friend. ;)

I'll continue giving him peace, even though peace is not what he wants. But the white roses... The white roses gave me so much to process. It made me take a step back, and start choosing peace after that very moment. Bryce is the first and only man that has given me my favorite flowers. I know that white roses are boring for some, but for me they're beyond beautiful. For me, they symbolize peace, purity, and unity. And I have never said that to anyone else but him. I can't believe he still remembers. It has been a long time since I told him that white roses are my favorite.

He growled louder this time. He walked up to me, standing directly infront of me. May was prancing around in my head and pretty much singing. 'MATE! MATE! MATE!' I was so confused. Mason was our mate, and we rejected him. Just as I finished my thought, I heard a low growl coming from, who I now know is Alpha Wyatt. His beautiful green eyes were swirling with black. He growled out once more, and what he said had me understanding what May was doing in my head. "MATE."