Six Scorched Roses Audiobook Novels & Stories

“I hope you never have to learn about the dark side of Forest Hills... I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy.” A wolf howled somewhere close by. Then came a second howl, and a third, and a fourth, until a chorus of howling wolves was all I could hear. It was beyond frightening. And I was so caught up in it that I almost didn’t notice how his ears had perked up almost like he understood what the howls meant. “Oh, God, what’s—” He took my hand in his and began pulling me back the way we’d come. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

The Damian Blackwood that used to be, the one that had somehow been relegated to the background these past five years, was the one that stood prominent in his mind, and that one suggested that he kill Vincent Moreau, Ailean, and Helen-Nora. He would have loved to wipe all three off, but now he chose to wait for them to do what they would, so he could finish the survivors. ** Although it was difficult to leave him, I did. No, I rather escaped. An embrace that was supposed to be a form of comfort over our grief and what could have been somehow started to change atmosphere when I took in his scent, amazed that beside the smell of alcohol, which I found repulsive, was his natural scent, still fa

“And the rose in ice?” He looked at her fixedly, his head cocked. “What do you think, baby?” “I don’t know.” “No? You sure?” “Ummmm. Yes.” Scars smiled at her, traced her lips with his fingertip. “Something beautiful, delicate, fragile, with hidden thorns. With inner light and strength, but not completely trusting its own softness and vulnerability. Something that encased itself in ice, and used lack of emotion as protection. Something that was frozen in time, waiting for spring, just aching to thaw and reach out.” His finger pressed on her lower lip now, and helplessly, mindlessly, she opened to him. “Does that sound like anyone you know, Zoe?”

“You think just running away is enough? I will definitely find you, I will beat you to the point of making you die the most painful way.” But no matter how much he screamed, what was in front of him was the chaos of the youkai world. As the fire in his palm burned more and more fiercely, he suddenly heard a very small groan coming from the forest, a white fox ran out from the bushes, dragging the back half of his body. The snow-white fur on the front and back half of his body was burned black creating a dazzling contrast, making his heart feel like there were ripples. He was hesitating over whether to collect the white fox's soul or let it go when Rosa Roja ran out from the thick fog, huggin

Birds sang in the flowering jacaranda trees, and laughter echoed from the back courtyard. Inside a minimalist study lined with medicinal herbs and ancient texts, Arla-Rosa, now known simply as Doctor Rosa, sat with a steaming cup of herbal tea. Her robe was unbuttoned at the throat, revealing faint scars along her collarbone, a quiet testimony of her past. She gazed out the window, twin shadows darting across the lawn as her sons chased each other with wooden swords. Her heart ached with tenderness and longing.

Rose I drove home with my heart pounding so hard I swore it might burst right out of my chest. Mr handsome scent still clung to me, clean, warm, and masculine, and every time I breathed it in, a flutter swept through my stomach. Without realizing it, a smile tugged at my lips, the kind of smile I hadn’t worn in years. Lord, what is wrong with me? When I pulled into the driveway and stepped inside, the first thing I saw was Lucas and Eva at the dining table, eating the breakfast I had made hours ago.

Seraphina Vellaro – POV The encounter with Rose left a residue in the air of my room, a cloying scent of gardenias and malice that seemed to cling to my skin long after I’d returned from the study. Her words were needles, carefully aimed at the most vulnerable parts of my psyche. Defective. Terrified. Alone. She was a master of a different kind of cruelty than my father’s; hers was a psychological scalpel, designed to flay from the inside out.

She was looking at Roose with angry eyes and wondered how this girl could come back from the place where she had sent her. When Marcas said all this, Roose looked at him surprisingly and Christian eyes narrowed with anger after listening to all this. Marcas gave the flowers to Roose and Roose took a deep fragrance of that beautiful fresh lily that fragrance changed Roose's mind . She enjoyed that fragrance. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly. And Christian observed her expression angrily.

“I fought my body. It sounds crazy but that’s exactly what I did. My body wanted to obey his command so I had to force it to listen to me instead. My attacker was surprised by this and when I told him to leave me alone, he listened.” Now that I hear myself say the whole story out loud it sounds more than crazy. I sound like I should be checked into a mental hospital. “Rose…” I look at Paul when he trails off. The words appear stuck in his throat for a second but then he looks me in the eye and says, “That man was a vampire.”

I immediately started stirring the liquid and managed to grab the yellow flower. After adding 3 petals I waited for a few minutes, trying to look inside but before I could see the color of the liquid someone put a hand over my shoulder. I gasped. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Rose quickly stated, her eyes becoming huge as she looked at the door. "It is fine, I just did not know you were here." "I wanted to stop you," she pointed at the cauldron, "you should not inhale the fumes directly."