The Black Rose Cast Novels & Stories

I said as I picked up the shot of the black rose. "It was lodged in his throat," Jamal said as he carefully watched me. "She did not need to know that," Issa said. "Who was he?" I asked. "A werewolf, I am still trying to figure out which pack he is from." Jamal replied. "The black rose..." I trailed. "Where did it come from?" "That's the difficult part," Jamal replied. "Black Roses do not exist." "And your forest analyst could not determine how they were made?" Issa asked, looking directly at Jamal.

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—

Toward the lounge. I push through the door first. Rose, Elina, and the third shewolf are sitting around a table. Laughing and drinking coffee like they didn't just assault someone. They look up. Their laughter dies when they see me and then they see Ezekiel behind me. And the color drains from their faces. "Mr. Black," Rose says, her voice shaking. "Mr. King. Can we—" "Stand up," I say quietly. They stand immediately. All three of them.

The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood. I was in the courtyard. A crowd surrounded me, watching in grim silence as the drama unfolded. At the center stood the king. And before him—Nyxara, bound and kneeling. “Nyxara of the Black Rose clan,” his voice boomed, echoing off the stone walls, “you have betrayed your king, your pack. You have conspired with a rogue to destroy this kingdom.” Black rose? Did he just say black rose? It couldn’t be a coincidence right? The black dress, black rose petals. And now, the name of their pack is the same?

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.

Instead he replied, "Whatever, orphan, keep being the good girl. You have to maintain such good ethics so your foster parents would be very proud of you, meanwhile you're ignoring the simple pleasures of life." When Mary heard it, she was exasperated as she barged into the room and wanted to fight Richard. Then she looked sideways and found Riana in tears. "I'm leaving for good, and count me out of this bullshit game of trying to imprison Prince for the suicide of a naive girl. Besides, he didn't tell Rose to commit suicide so why can't you sorry asses leave the dangerous man alone? You ladies just wanna get into trouble. Now, for your information, it's either you let me fuck you, Riana, if

“Yes. A Rogue named Sally Freeman was indeed captured and we wanted to know if she was registered on the blacklist.” “Is she here?” I asked. “Why? What makes you so interested in a blacklisted Rogue?” Oh Goddess, just drop this idiot off a cliff or something. I couldn’t exactly say it out loud, but this guy was really a hate at first sight and I couldn’t help but think it to myself. “There are people out looking for her.” I said cryptically, hoping that he would just drop the subject. Alpha Richard pursed his lips and remained silent for a moment.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

The only sounds were the clinks of knives and forks against porcelain plates. After a long, uneasy stretch, I gathered the courage to speak. “You don’t plan on keeping me here with nothing to do, do you?” He looked up, smirking faintly. “Oh, you can talk,” he said sarcastically, his tone dripping with arrogance. I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Then, without warning, he reached into his coat and placed something on the table. A black card.

Before she knew it she slept off. At midnight the window which was slightly ajar was opened fully, a shadow stepped inside the room with utter quietness, the figure was clad in black and had a black mask on his/her face. When the figure saw ivory sleeping soundly it went to her. He smiled viciously in his mask and sat on her body. Ivory awoke before, she could comprehend what was happening, the figure started to choke her. Her face turned from pale white to bright red. She tried to remove the person hands from her neck but he was just too powerful.