The Black Rose Book Novels & Stories

“Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.” Rome looked over at Rosa. She was hot. Long, red hair, and legs that never ended. She was definitely someone he’d be interested in getting to know better--if it weren’t for that phone call earlier. All he could think about was Ella. He’d even looked around the club, wondering if any of these girls could be her. But none of them looked like the picture he had of her in his mind. Dark hair, wide eyes, a beautiful smile…. No, he had a feeling his Ella wasn’t here tonight. “You should at least get up and dance,” Bart said, nudging him with his shoulder. “I need a wingman.”

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

"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. **

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

Rose looked around before taking a step forward to whisper her response, "She didn't take the news well. She was not ready to face everyone after what her mother had done. She left a note in which she apologised to everyone and said she didn't want to be found." I let out a sigh. This is not what I was expecting. Ruth was innocent, she was doing what she believed was right. She was following her mother. She had no idea about the dark magic. "Do you think she is safe?" Rose pressed her lips in a thin line, "She knows her spells. Anyone who decides to mess with her would be an idiot."

I try to take it out but it is stuck. I twist it and tug at it again a bit strongly than necessary. It comes out and goes fly out of my hand. Great. I am already finished with my work so I get down from the ladder and look for the book. I see black colored something under the chair and bend down to see if that is the book. I take it out to see what secrets this book holds that Rudra had to put it away like this. I have evil grin on my face as I get my hands on my new weapon to tease my husband but when I see the front title of book I am confused. It say, 'To make your spouse happy…..'

After all, his body is what makes the newbies feel intimidated. The De Rosel fighters moved into position, forming a loose circle around Amethyst. The abandoned building's silence was broken only by the sound of shuffling feet and the distant drip of water echoing through the empty halls. The battle is about to begin, and they cannot be defeated. On La Xiena Mafia's side, it is okay for them to lose since nothing will happen; they will still have the chance to increase their rank in the mafia. But this is not the case with De Rosel; after all, when they lose, they die.

The contrast is perfect and terrifying against the pale paint. “Oh my God…” Sam brings her hand to her mouth, shocked. “Is this… for you?” I feel the air stuck in my throat as I slowly approach. The flowers are luxurious, releasing an intense, hypnotic perfume. Several students stop to whisper, and I feel their eyes weighing on me. “Wow.” Sam gently touches one of the petals. “This guy is desperate to win you over. Red roses mean love… but black ones…” she laughs softly. “Black ones mean something much more intense. Lust.”

Needed to walk off the nervous energy that came from feeling optimistic after so long being vigilant. Something caught my eye near the garden edge. A black rose lay on the stone path, petals so dark they seemed to absorb light. My stomach dropped before conscious thought caught up. 'That wasn't there this morning,' Nyx stated with certainty. I knew every flower planted in these gardens. Knew what bloomed when and what colors appeared in which season. We didn't have black roses. I approached slowly, instincts screaming warnings I couldn't articulate yet. The rose was perfect. Untouched. Deliberately placed where I'd find it.

The quiet of the locker room felt oppressive now, and she could almost hear her own heartbeat in the stillness. With careful fingers, she tore open the envelope, her mind racing with possibilities. What was this? Who would leave something like this for her? Inside, she found a black rose—its petals wilted and fragile, as though it had been picked long ago and left to die. Its deep color seemed to draw all the light from the room, casting an eerie shadow on the paper beneath it. Olivia’s breath hitched as she carefully picked it up, her skin cold as she held it in her palm.