Spike Rosered Novels & Stories

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

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.”

Rose then after talking to her parents and introduced them to Alex, opened the wine bottle, poured it in the glass, sprinkle some wine on the graves, and has a sip. After wine, she took out a bunch of red roses from the carry bag and started decorating it on both of her parents’ graves. “Rose you brought rose flowers then chrysanthemum?” “My parents love red roses, especially my mom. She was very fond of red color, and red roses are her favorite. In fact, I inherit her most of fondness and habits, therefore, I also love the red color and red roses the most.” RED ROSES…….. RED ROSES……..

A tiny crimson bead of blood welled up on my skin. "Careful," Greg murmured. He had been standing a few feet away, but at the sight of the blood, he stepped closer, his presence immediately grounding. I reached back in, more cautiously this time, and gently lifted the object out by the stem. It was a freshly cut, incredibly thorny rose. The petals, which must have originally been a dark, velvety red, had been carefully spray-painted pitch black. The edge of every single petal had been meticulously lined with a border of sparkling silver glitter.

I didn’t ask more questions and trusted Trevor completely. After a few minutes, we stepped into a clearing bathed in soft morning light. My breath hitched as I took in the sight before me. A field of red roses stretched out like a sea of crimson, but these weren’t ordinary roses. Each delicate petal had silver markings, shimmering softly under the sunlight, as if kissed by moonlight itself. I gasped. “Trevor… these are…” “The legendary red roses of Silver Rose Pack. The locals called it Silvermarked Roses,” he said gently.

he added, reminiscing. Carissa went to the weapons room, and retrieved the gleaming silver spear with its striking red ribbon. The silver spearhead and the red ropes tied at the junction of the spearhead and shaft were dazzling. Her father had named it the Rose Spear because it was both sharp and beautifully adorned with rose carvings. Hidden within the roses were mechanisms that released small arrows when pressed. The red ribbon swayed with the spear’s movements, making it a weapon that struck fear into her enemies' hearts.

Rojean remarked, her eyes following where the man had went but he seemingly disappeared Once Krister took a seat a few distances away from them, far enough that he could still spy on them, he took his phone out and texted Rojean’s number which he got earlier, telling her that it was him and he apologised. Rojean did seem distracted that she hadn’t noticed her phone yet that was popping up notification messages. He frowned when she wasn’t even looking at the table but at her fiance so he called her up to just warn her about who the people who were there were. And that did work when Rojean noticed her phone vibrating and picked it up. “Hello?” Rojean greeted, talking over the loud music. “Hey,

"A bеаutіful Kеllу Grееn, I knоw hоw much you love thаt соlоr." But that is nоt thе wоrѕt раrt, Adаm. Rose hаd аnоthеr ѕmаll расkаgе fоr mе, a bag of rооt bееr barrel саndу." "Rоѕе loves rооt bееr Clаrеttе." "Whу wаѕ thаt bаd?"

Continuation: - Rudra entered his cabin, after the fight he just had with Sakshi, only to come across the face, he never wanted to come across and run away from for whole of his life… “What do you want Kiara??? Don’t you have some other work or better patients to treat, rather than tailing behind me the whole time?” he snapped at her feeling totally frustrated on seeing her behind him the whole time. Yup, that was Kiara, his so-called fiancée, whom he despises with everything he has in himself.

Wolves poured from the barracks, armor glinting in the half-light. And in the east tower, I saw Ares gold light sparking faintly around him, one hand raised toward the sea. He was already moving, already bracing the walls. The earth shook, faint but insistent, dust falling from the stone arches above us. Mira stumbled, clutching my arm. “What is that?” “The sea,” I said again. “It’s standing up.” And as I spoke, the horizon broke. A wall of red water rose where the world should have ended smooth at first, then writhing with streaks of silver. It wasn’t just a wave.