Stephen King's Rose Red Novels & Stories

With that, Luna Samantha walked away. I stood there for a minute, trying to wonder what she was talking about. But then the scent hit me again. 'GO FIND MATE' May yelled in my head. It snapped me out of my trance, and I headed for Masons' room. As I stood infront of his door, my heart continued pounding. His scent was very strong, so I could tell the smell was coming from him. But something was off. Mixed with his scent was something vile. Like raw sewage. I knocked on his door, but no answer. I grabbed the key to his room he gave my out of my pocket, and quickly unlocked his door and walked in. I never could have prepared myself for what I saw.

AVA’s POV The night goes by quickly, and with the single flower across my bed in a vase, I think through the entire night, it’s the most excitement I’ve gotten in a long time, a scary experience I wouldn’t want anyone to go through, and then the food and the rose, the food I ate due to hunger, and why would I miss out on free food when I’m as broke as a church rat? And the rose? The rose, with petals as delicate as a feather, the blood red color reminds me of blood and gives me an Erie feeling, like I’m being watched suddenly, like a warning, at the same time; it gives me a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Don't listen to him my love. It's me. It's Stephano. The man you've always loved for many years. The man you've always wanted to be with. I am that man. Am the man who made his way into your heart and you in mine. Don't pull the trigger. You aren't a murderer my red flower...” Rose hissed. “Stop calling me that! Am not a red flower! Just stop it.” Rose gritted holding the gun tightly. She didn't know why this name he had called her made her feel something. She didn't know him at all. And, yet she felt herself hesitating to shoot at that stranger.

Kyle asked Crystal this after what she just initially said about Rose being distinct, and deadlier than the rest of the Steeles. And to this, Crystal said, "Fire has a voice. And so does the cold, and the sea. The earth we step on does speak...as do the wind. To understand Rose, one must start from the beginning. You see, we are voices. Mere whispers of creation, but Rose makes up the voices of the dead, and the whispers of blood. She is more strengthened with each kill from the past, and they call her the red one because of what she represents. Blood."

I didn't want to see my own face in the mirror, the face of a man who was supposed to be a professional, a ghost, a soldier for a dead man. I sat on the closed toilet lid, my breath hitching as I pulled up the photo on my phone. It was a photo of Rose. She was wearing that red dress, a deep blood crimson silk that looked like it had been poured over her porcelain skin. Her dark hair was a spill of midnight across her shoulders, and those light brown eyes... they looked straight through the lens, straight into the dark, rotted parts of my soul.

I raised myself slightly off her body, allowing her to slip the offensive article off my torso. "As you wish," I smirked and set my lips to work on her neck. Occasionally, she'd release an un-Alpha like whimper which only worked to spur me on. I pulled her shirt off, revealing her plump breasts as they nestled in a bright red bra. Red has never been my favorite color, it reminded me too much of blood, but on Rose, the color caused my cock to harden even more. I'd never been this hard in my life.

“They left…and will probably never return.” “Just like that?” Anaztasia barely managed to ask. She nodded with utter discernment. “Yes. Just like that…” *** “Thank you,” she beamed at the two people she had paid to steal the flower from Isla’s now destroyed room. Maebh never saw this flower before. It was so red, like that of fresh blood. And its thorns, its thorns are pretty much thornier than most thorns of common roses. One thing Maebh is certain of: the Blood Rose is beautiful.

"In case you don't know why I hate you. It's before you're the one to bring an end to black magic" "Wh......wh" Rose pushed the sword deeper until she gave up the ghost. After making sure she wasn't alive, Rose asked for the body to be disposed of. Although her body was disposed of, it got missing, a few hours later and no one could say what happened. **