The Black Rose Book Novels & Stories

or maybe not. Then I noticed something on the bench beside me. A single black rose. I've never seen a black rose before. It's beautiful,rare and unique. I wonder who gave it to me. I looked around, but there was no one in sight. Not a single soul. Just the rose... and the strange chill that came with it. I blinked. It hadn't been there before. Had it? It was delicate and dark, almost unreal. Like something out of a dream or a warning.

After the period of darkness, we emerged at a tunnel-like exit; the exit was surrounded by few rocks & light broken-off concrete, three blue roses and one black rose. "Hey, I thought you said these were extremely rare," I said while pointing at the blue roses. "They are. Why is that the first thing you ask about?" Valkon responded. "What do you mean? It’s a valid question. I’ve also never seen a black rose before," I argued. “It sprouted from all of the dark magic surrounding this place. Black roses are a symbol of dark magic or ritualistic practices; it’s not surprising to see it growing here,” he explained.

The teacher said and Oorvi nodded holding the flower bouquet in her hands and took few deep breaths She just said she won't faint now because her head started to spin badly. She drank some more water to calm herself. She walked towards the guest and hand him the bouquet with a small smile and said " Welcome to our college Mr..." she could not complete her sentence as suddenly everything turned black around her as she lost her consciousness despite trying hard to stay awake and got saved by… ********************** Excited to know what happened next? Next chapter will be published soon enough Till then Leave reviews on the book and comment on the chap

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.

He replied and waved it in the air. Aiden smiled. “Okay what do we have to do?!.” He asked. “We need a black rose, one hundred candles each with a different color. A blue rose and …” “Liam, hold up!!. Black roses don't exist!.” Helios said. “Neither does blue!!.” Marshal and Aiden said. “The exist!, the black roses Yennefer used are substitutes, she used the blood of a…” “A what?!.” They asked him. “A Brachiopods!.”

Surely, my mind was cruel enough to conjure this. But when I blinked, he was no longer on the bed. He was standing in front of me. Too close. Dangerously close. His breath ghosted over my lips. Storm-grey eyes locked on mine, a fire behind them that threatened to consume us both. And in his hand—this time—he brought the rose himself. A black rose. Obsession. Devotion. Darkness and desire, tangled into one forbidden bloom. No words passed between us. None were needed. The silence said everything.

I could almost see her a pale woman in a ruined silk dress, fingers bleeding as she pruned her precious blooms. "Why black roses?" I asked. Damien's expression darkened. "Because they don't exist." *Damien, Age 9* The greenhouse smelled of chemicals and damp earth. Young Damien crouched behind potting tables, hands clamped over his ears. The shouting from the house carried even here. A rustle of silk. His mother appeared between the rose bushes, her right eye already swelling shut. She gathered him into arms that trembled like wounded birds. "Look, darling," she whispered, pressing his small hand against a velvety black petal. "Magic."

Ahankara replied, looking down into her lap. "You may leave," Yashvir said to Heer, who bowed her head and wordlessly obliged to his command. He then placed his hands on Ahankara's shoulders, causing her to stiffen. He bent down and placed his lips near her ear, while she closed her eyes, slightly turning her face to the other side. "You look so beautiful, my Rose. I'm glad it isn't night time, or the moon would never again dare to show itself in the sky."