Speckled Roses Novels & Stories

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

Igna cocked her furry head as she lay on her belly and stretched, closing her eyes and going silent before the image disappeared, leaving the omega alone in her mind again. Axe looked up finding the greenhouse surrounded by roses everywhere, his heart beat a little at the sight of them, because, they were not red, not even white, but rather a strange combination of both colors in gradient, like when you want to paint something and suddenly you run out of material, he touched one walking towards the place, bending down and inhaling for the scent, being powerful and strange. Even for wolves many flowers had no scent beyond the typical forest, fresh or something like that, roses included, he tr

Tiny edible pearls were meticulously placed at the center of each bloom, adding a touch of whimsy and refinement. Ascending to the second tier, a cascade of sugarcrafted roses in various shades of pink, crimson, and ivory graced the surface, their petals appearing almost lifelike in their beauty. Glistening sugar dew adorned the edges of the petals, giving the illusion of morning dew clinging to nature's delicate creation.

Behind us, a lush forest of vibrant green stretched endlessly, framing the scenery like a dream. Nestled within the trees was a vintage estate, its architecture timeless and elegant. Ordinarily, such an isolated house might have exuded an eerie vibe, but this one didn’t. Instead, it brimmed with life, its stone walls draped in blooming roses—lush, extravagant, and impossibly beautiful. Clusters of red, blush pink, soft yellow, and creamy white roses climbed in vibrant waves, creating what seemed like an ocean of blossoms. I gasped, excitement bubbling up as I recognized each bloom.

SCARLETT My jaw hung low in awe as I stared at the statue of a couple, their bodies covered in red, white, and black roses. There were many other static things like this around, all covered in flowers to give the impression that everything was made with them. All kinds. Roses, jasmines, tulips. Especially tulips. The purple flower had a separate garden devoted to it. The never-ending row of tulips was pleasing to the eyes. The bright lights that covered the empty path beside the rows of flowers was enhancing the beauty of the place.

The garden was like a maze, meandered with all sorts of twists and turns. After walking for more than ten minutes, everything suddenly opened up before them. "Wow, look at that! A wall full of roses! Isn't it beautiful?" Laura exclaimed as she excitedly pointed at the roses blooming all over the wall ahead. Margot thought it was very beautiful as well. Those appeared to be Cerulia roses rather than the typical roses. The roses were a vibrant red, each one blooming with such intensity that it was difficult to refrain from reaching out and touching them.

Clusters of blood red tiny roses thoroughly covered the arches that lead to the roses portion of the garden. Nina and Astraea walked under them, stepping on the bright petals, scattered along the footpath decorated with rounded white stones to a white bench that overlooked the scenery. Roses of different varieties bloomed all around them, a beautiful sight to behold. Red, white, yellow amidst the thick foliage. There were other flowers added in between, most of which Astraea couldn’t name, but found them beautiful nonetheless. It was her favorite spot in the wide garden, the area provided a sense of privacy and serenity.

He laughs slightly. “No, they are a real rose.” “Mmm, never seen them before.” I roll my eyes. “Ignore that, of course, I won’t have I barely got to go anywhere.” “Daisy, even if you had the freedom to travel the world, you likely wouldn’t have seen them. It took a week to get them. They are extremely rare, had someone painted them I would be wanting blood considering the cost. They are Juliet roses.” “They are beautiful.” I thought they had painted them that colour.

He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside. She stepped through the iron gates, and the chill that ran down her spine had nothing to do with the morning air. This was it. She was inside. The Delgado mansion was exactly what she'd imagined; elegant, intimidating, and soulless. Black stone, endless windows, and security cameras that tracked every step. The kind of place that didn’t just keep secrets. It buried them. A tall woman in a gray uniform led her through a marble hallway. “You’ll clean. You don’t speak unless spoken to. And never touch anything that glows, clicks, or looks more expensive than your life. Understand?”

Here's to alcohol, the rose-colored glasses of life. ✾ The place behind the counter looked very much like it really belongs to Verdant. There were various shelves full of jars that had different colored liquids inside. Some had roots, leaves, as well as some things that I didn’t bother identifying. For some reason, my wolf had told me it was better that I didn’t know. There were barrels on either side of the counter, their spigot dripping a sticky brown liquid whose stench made me crinkle my nose. Furrowing my brows, I tried leaning over the counter, checking if there was something that I could at least give Auster, maybe even some water.