The Black Rose Book Novels & Stories

Marybeth nodded, biting her lower lip, "Camille Something." "Yep, that's her," Elijah said, pointing at the first photo of a lifeless woman slumped against a Bridgewater couch. If it wasn't for the glimpses of white in her sleep set, it would have been hard to tell what colour it was before the gruesome attack. Like her blonde hair, it was soaked with blood. It was the black rose at her feet that caught Marybeth's eye, though. She'd seen black roses before. On P*******t. But she never thought they were actually real—

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

It was such a beautiful moment that when I went down on one knee, I actually shed a tear! I grabbed the bouquet of the black roses from my side and smiled evilly. The black rose is a mysterious bloom that can convey many meanings. The color black has often been synonymous with death and mourning and is usually used at funerals. But black roses do have more meaning as well. They can stand for the beginning of new things and major changes. Dear darlo, I assure you that nightmares will become your reality. It will dance in front of you and with you constantly. It will also sing a lullaby for you in your sleep. It will never leave you alone.

A red rose which shines and clearly emerges into the room because the whole room is black. And everywhere in the room there are black roses and that's why this red rose looks more beautiful. I held my body and, with the force of my right arm, I sat on the floor, then I stood up and walked towards this red rose. It is so beautiful and attractive. I have never seen such a beautiful rose, a red rose with so many petals, about twenty, before. I sat beside it and saw that rose which is so attractive and isn't an ordinary rose. On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past.

I held my breath, breaking out in sweat as his proximity made fear spread through my now shivering frame. "You see... The Black Rose is a bad crowd to stick with. They'll lead you to your death. As a friend and a man who's insanely attracted to you... I advise you to cut all ties with them." His smile remained on his face, his voice still the same low, soft lilt it had been since he started speaking. Yet... There seemed to be venom in every syllable, burning through my skin like acid, making my heart pound painfully against my chest. I was afraid. This man... there was something about him, something sinister. He was going to hurt me. He wanted to hurt me.

The mounting emotions drive her to take decisive action. With a sudden burst of determination, Rose snatches the torn book from Alexa's hand and forcefully pushes her away. Alexa stumbles, on the verge of tripping, but is saved by Felicia, who swiftly intervenes to prevent any further harm. The professor, appearing at that moment, witnesses the chaotic scene unfolding before him, his voice booming with surprise and concern. He demands an explanation from Rose, using her full name, "Rose White! What the hell is happening here?"

As I got closer it became clear that there was only one kind of rose planted, the black rose. I bent down slightly to take a closer look at the roses that were blooming beautifully. Beautiful. The word managed to make my smile expand, then thin out simultaneously. A question popped into my mind. Don't black roses symbolize sadness and grief? "You like it?" asked Axe after catching up with me. "Yes." My gaze shifted to Axe. There were different colors of roses, why was it only black that he let grow so perfectly. If Axe wanted, he could have planted red or white roses to make it feel more alive.

She’s sitting at her desk with her laptop open, looking worried and tired like she didn’t sleep well either. “I’ve been thinking about that letter all night,” I tell her as I get out of bed. “Me too,” Cassie replies without looking away from her computer screen. “Actually, I stayed up late doing some research about black roses.” “What did you find out?” I ask, though I’m not sure I really want to know. Cassie turns to face me with a serious expression. “Black roses have a really dark symbolic meaning. They usually represent death, endings, or revenge. Sometimes they’re used to threaten someone or to say that something bad is going to happen to them.”

Kyle's father and the poison master had been frequently writing letters to the the black rose of the Mercilius family , the A grade assassin family , it was said that the black rose was the second daughter of the head of Mercilius family, and her body was living , breathing terror , a single touch , a floating kiss and the man would die in seconds , no body knew how but no man lived once , black rose was done with him ( black rose will be the protagonist of the sequel of this book, the character is under my copyright, do not try to recreate her as your protagonists , you have been warned ) . Though Rubeus found the link , he couldn't carry out his mission , neither was he able to find any pr

Rose looked around, wondering where the person had gone as the garden turned empty. Rose felt chill on the entire sequence and decided it was time to leave only for her to see the only black rose on the garden that was shone by the moonlight. She recalled to have seen the same black rose before, but remembering it disappeared all of a sudden before she could touched it. Wondering if this was her hallucination, Rose raised her hand, carefully, apprehensively. The tip of her finger tapped the soft inky petal. She smiled, seeing the odd rose. It was out of place but undeniably beautiful. Rose smile was quickly cut off when five looming fingers burst out from the bushes, pulling her inside.