Spell Rose Novels & Stories

When the human world entered spring, flowers bloomed, and fragrant grass grew everywhere, the God of Fire León de Fuego felt his body regain a little strength. He got up and walked out of the Fire God's Castle, fetching water to water the garden. As he watered the much taller peach tree, he thought back to his life, about the story of the phoenix being reborn from the flames of the Queen of the Gods, about the ten arrows of the Ancestor God, two magic pills that can help the drinker become immortal, the resentments he has experienced, the love that is his destiny… all of that has been arranged.

He said I was like a rose in bud, and he wanted to be the Little Prince. I thought the perfect match for the Little Prince was a fox, so I didn't agree with his confessions. Until that spring, he bought that rose garden for me. He covered my eyes and made me stand at the top of the hill where the roses were in full bloom. I remembered the wind that day carried the scent of the flowers, and he held me in his arms, promising to give me a home. Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings.

“Then I’ll see unto it, Gennivier.” Taking a deep breath, as the eerie wind calls out to her, seven black roses from hell falls from the sky and gently unto her hands. Where the six represents the six points of the inverted star and the location of the spell she cast upon the land, and the 7th to be the death temple where the gate and the eye will meet. Smiling as the black roses change their color to the distinct title of the seven, she knew, she looks up at the full moon as the stage is set to introduce the seven roses. “Let us see how this one goes.”

"I am Arla-Rosa Lunaria. Daughter of Amarantha. Born of flame, bearer of the healing breath. To those who once kept this place, I offer my vow. I seek not power to destroy, but power to mend. I claim not your strength for war, but for justice. Let the sacred flame know me, accept me, and rise again." The glyphs spun faster. The pendant on her neck broke open, releasing a single drop of molten light that fell into the altar. A tremor shook the mountain. The ghostly forms all bowed. The altar roared to life, a pillar of flame shooting into the ceiling. The phoenix rings burned brightly beneath Arla-Rosa’s feet, then raced outward like a ripple.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

Crone turned to look at the Hunters with a smirk on his face. Terror filled their hearts seeing an evil smile like that. Matthew and Isaac who were ready to fight him just a moment ago had lost their spirit. “Get down!” Rose yelled at them. Yuki heard it and quickly pushed both of them to the sand. With her friends out of the way, Rose directed the magic circle that she had built towards Crone. Crone had a look of surprise on his face. Rose took a deep breath. “[Phoenix Fury]!” With her voice casting the spell, a bird of great flames took flight at incredible speed.

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her

Elsa’s Pov The palace was alive with noise and light from the moment dawn broke. Every corner of the estate had been scrubbed, polished, or decorated with silk banners bearing the Crescent Moon crest. The air carried the sharp scent of roses, candles, and polished wood. Laughter and chatter filled the halls, spilling from every room as guests prepared for the ceremony. Convocation day. The day Crystal had dreamed of. The day she would be crowned Luna before all the packs.

Roselle told Leon, "And nice to meet you, Leon." "My pleasure, Princess." Leon bowed slightly and Roselle gave him a gentle smile, unable to take her eyes off the half-blood's strangely vivid purple eyes. Though strange, she found them to be really pretty. Suddenly Romeo's arms slipped behind Roselle before pulling her towards him, lifting her off the ground.