Spell Rose Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes groggily, the sound of my phone buzzing relentlessly dragged me out of sleep. For a moment, I didn’t even open my eyes — just reached blindly for it, groaning as the vibration refused to stop. When I finally squinted at the screen, the name flashing across it jolted me fully awake. Bluebird Entertainment. My heart skipped.

"How much further do we have to go? Are you trying to wear me out on our first day of marriage?" Gabriel laughed along and pointed to a villa about 30 feet ahead. Freya looked up and saw a burst of vibrant red. With the sky growing darker and the light too dim to make out what they were, she asked, "What's that?" Gabriel stayed silent and pulled her along as he ran. When they reached the gate and pushed it open, Freya was met by a garden bursting with royal poinciana blossoms, their flowers swarming every branch. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed up, lost in the beautiful sea of blossoms. A breeze picked up, sending the red petals fluttering to the ground. It felt surreal, like

"Lyra You don't get it, do you? You're Sage's Luna now. Being a Mickleson means any enemy of ours remains your enemy." I hissed, "It most definitely isn't; can you even hear yourself for goodness sake?" I was getting frustrated. I hated being trapped in a cage. "Xavier took Sage's mate away from him. Veronica was his mate before Xavier stepped in, and there's a lot more to it than just that. Now think about it: do you think Sage would let the same happen?" I was taken aback by his confession but again could keep shut, trying to point out the fact that Sage and I's relationship is nothing short of a contract.

Elisa shrugged as she dragged the bag and set it down next to the wardrobe. “Were you the person who gave me this rose?” Rain nodded her head at the delicate rose that was kept inside of a glass vase with water. The single rose was the only thing in it. Elisa shifted her attention to the flower, started at it for a few seconds before nodding her head in affirmation. She didn’t say a word after that, she just led Rain to the vanity table that was set up for her in the room because she knew that it wasn’t there before.

A mistake in the underlying code had triggered a crash in the chain system. The engineers were already overwhelmed. When they saw me walk in, their eyes held a mix of expectation and embarrassment. I didn’t respond to any of it. I sat down and connected to the system. Memories of every system upgrade and custom request Apex had gone through, buried deep in my mind, surged forward instantly. An hour later, the alarms stopped, and the data was restored. Mr. Johnson’s call came directly to my phone. “Lily, thank you! I knew you’d handle it!”

She stopped dead in the center of the hallway, crossing her arms as she looked me up and down with absolute, malicious amusement. "Well, well, well. Look who has finally crawled out of her dark pit into the sunlight," Isolde purred smoothly, her voice dripping with a terrifying, venomous satisfaction that echoed off the high vaulted ceilings. She tilted her head, her gaze sharp as a serpent's. "In exactly three weeks, I will be standing at that altar wearing the crown of the Queen of Crystalvale. Tell me... shouldn't a displaced queen, be practicing how to pack her bags and get out of Lycan Citadel, rather than wandering the palace corridors dressed like a common servant?"

"Hahaha, we're using a spell from Southwind Asira to transfer all my sickness and bad reactions to you! How else am I supposed to have fun with the ladies later?" Wren added, "This spell is super wicked. Normally, a person can only undergo it once. But you're so tough that you broke the first spell, so we have to do it again. This time, it's going to hurt even more. You might not even make it!" After that, she giggled and cuddled up to Shane. "Now, all your money will be mine, and I can finally be with Shane without any trouble." I finally got the whole picture after listening to their conversation. I glared at them with anger.

Not with us yelling so our voice could cover the insane crowd noise. With a quick scan at the guy, black jersey like the black and gold player’s jersey, ripped-muscled legs and arms, I realized he is the footballer I claimed I recognized. He is Balorz, David’s friend. “You are Balorz,” I said. No way I could twist this around. “I am Balorz,” he confirmed, smiling. “Sorry. I should have been honest with you. I just don’t want to sound like a novice.” “No, it’s alright. I like you. You’re funny.”

Sultan Carl knew that Luke was telling the truth, and Barry walked over to Rosabella. Barry places his hands on her head, and Rosabella's body lights up. The light disappeared, and Barry removed his hands from Rosabella's head as he announced. "I have removed the spell from Rosabella, and she will be able to find out more about her real family. She will not remember her real family straight away when she sees her birth parents' names. She will read the letters that she received at Christmas and birthday."

Just for the fun of it, she decided to try something just a bit different with the spell. “Illuminati verdus,” she said again, this time picturing the light as the same color as the flames she had seen many times flickering from Rave’s fingertips. She almost squealed in delight when a blue sphere appeared above her hand. It was smaller and not nearly as bright as the yellow light, but Leesa didn’t care. Just seeing the blue glow reflecting on her fingers made her feel more connected to Rave than ever. She couldn’t wait to show him her new trick.