Spell Rose Novels & Stories

I heard a large splash follow me and swam to the surface in search of my mate. Feeling the temperature of the water cool more behind me I turned to see Frost surface. His long wet hair slicked back from the water made him look menacing and I giggled as I cupped his cheek. “Oh you are so warm,” he growled then quickly pulled me against himself. Steam rose around us, making me laugh. Trailing his finger on my sigil he said, “The one on your arm looks like a phoenix and the one on your chest is like a wolf.”

Nightshade had spotted us, her crimson eyes fixing on our position with malicious delight. "The Royal puppets arrive right on schedule," she called, her voice carrying unnaturally across the distance. "How thoughtful of you to bring the crown of what do you fools call it, the Crown of Harmony.” As the last of her words left her mouth, she noticed something that wasn’t there before our approach. Moon Roses spouting in waves, curling and glowing, the sight of any corrupted were beast, witch, or fae found themselves free of her spell. The tide was already turning, and Nightshade and her sister’s faces had turned pale. The red flames that once were roared had started to dim as well.

he suddenly turned to his friend Ara who seemed to see an artist. "You know him too?" he was curious about the girl. "Of course! Who doesn't know Aldrin Santalices. My mighty shining armor." The girl said excitedly and her cheeks were red. "Ahh, so I'm the only one who didn't update? whatever." He said and they just returned to the booth. "Seriously?! you really don't know the mighty knight shining armor Aldrin?" it still scolded him. "Should I know him?" he responded steadily while raising one eyebrow.

My mother is a phoenix. I've seen the crest in the books I've read. The only people who hold that crest are royalty, but not just any royal. Maple is part of an ancient tribe called the Bird Tribe, or Celestians, and they live on a floating island in the sky called Altera that can be seen every one hundred years. Celestians or they go for another name, angels - are the only ones with light magic that can purify dark magic. I can not believe my mother is part of a Bird Tribe, not only that she's a princess.

Without any hesitation Cain’s soul responded, colliding with the other two in a vicious and beautiful dance. My breath hitched as the three colors melded and I noticed an additional one. A deep purple began to intertwine itself with the others. As they wound over, around and through each other their glows began to grow brighter, amplified by each other's presence and acceptance. The green glow spread out, encompassing us all as the space between us became alive with our intermingled colors. As I felt the bonds snap into place a gasp escaped my throat as my heart became whole.

The violent surge of emotion sent me into another crisis that very night. My breathing grew shallow, my oxygen levels plummeted, and I was on the verge of needing a ventilator. Angela Reign, the head nurse who had cared for me since the beginning, stood by my side with reddened eyes as she administered the medication, gently patting my back to soothe me. "Chloe, hang in there. You have to hold on! Prof. Stenson has already succeeded, hasn't he? I saw the news yesterday—his new drug has made a miracle happen..."

She leaned down, licked the wound slowly, her tongue trailing over the spot where she had bitten. The skin glowed. A tattoo bloomed into existence across Aria’s chest — a crest carved in divine sigil, blooming like ink in water: A serpent curling around a golden apple, its tail piercing a crown, its fangs dripping onto a rose wrapped in thorns. Eris’s mark. “I’m yours now,” Eris said, voice hoarse, hands framing Aria’s face. “Forever.” Aria’s body moved on instinct. She reached up, pulled Eris down, and kissed her hard.

As Phoenix watched the dragon’s eyes fluttered and opened to reveal bright amber eyes. Phoenix fell on her heels and tried to scramble away from the ferocious sight of the beast rising on its legs, for the first time it rose to its full height completely throwing Goyre’s throne off its back. Smoke poured from its nostrils. Its claws dug into the metal floor. Patry lifted her hands to the awoken dragon. In her palm, the blood which had resonated light was now replaced with 12 small leathery eggs. “W-what are those?”

A wedding ceremony was the official way to mark the coming together of Nya Gould and Slate, the Dragon King, the joining of the two kingdoms, and the uniting of two people who loved each other more than anything, but for Nya, all of that was declared long before she walked down the aisle to take Slate’s hand beneath an azure sky and a trellis full of roses. Transferring the power of the Heart of Magic to him hadn’t been something she’d had to think about, once they’d left Frindom the day that the dragons had defeated Beelzanborg once for all. As soon as the magic had gone back to its rightful owner, the entire mountain-bound kingdom had shifted. The mountain itself had split open from the to

“Please, just hold on.” A golden glow lit the water. The merman broke the surface, rose in hand. “Bring him into the pool,” he said urgently. “The rose only works in moonlight.” I dragged Kael into the glowing water, holding him close. The merman placed the rose on his chest and guided him to the center of the pool, where moonlight trickled through the cracks above. The moment light touched the rose, it pulsed—pure gold spreading like liquid fire through Kael’s body. A golden sphere formed around him, cocooning him in magic. The rose withered, its purpose fulfilled.