The Black Rose Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Before she knew it she slept off. At midnight the window that 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.

“They are the Black Rose, a group of exceptionally skilled hybrid assassins. They usually work in the underworld,” Stephan explained. I narrowed my eyes, recognizing the name Black Rose. They were half warlocks and half wolves, not associated with any packs. “They have agreed?” I asked, scrutinizing each of them. Despite their exceptional skills, they appeared like normal individuals. “Yes, it’s because we both have the same goal,” Stephan stated. “Same goal?” I inquired. “The bloodsuckers,” the dark man in the middle replied, his golden eyes contrasting sharply with his dark skin. So, they were also against the vampires.

Camellia came out of her seat; she was tired of arranging flowers, and as she stood up, she saw a beautiful woman who seemed to be pregnant. "What flowers are you looking for, dear?" Camellia tried to greet the beautiful woman. "Black roses," Tessa said with some hesitation. Camellia was silent. No one had been looking for that flower all this time; only one person was always looking for black roses, namely Sophia. The woman Peter loved his son, and Peter was the first to ask Camellia to plant the very first black rose. Camellia had refused for reason that the black flower did not make many people interested in buying it, but, finally, Peter himself planted it and took care of it.

"But have we met before?" "I don't think so. But I've seen you plenty of times. I'm your biggest fan," he said, handing her the flowers. Holly took them, enthralled by their colour and glossy sheen. She always thought roses were so ordinary, and it was a hill she was prepared to die on. But black roses were in a league of their own. They had a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’. "These are gorgeous," she whispered, checking if they smelled as divine as they looked as she sniffed them. "I love them. Thank you."

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her

She loves flowers. The stem of flower is very thick I take out my knife from basket and try to cut it. I cut the stem and as I go to put it my basket I hear a snap of twig breaking nearby. Thinking it were guards I stand up to confront them with flowers in one hand and knife in another and basket near my feet. But it wasn't father's guards it was a big black wild boar. I stay still as boar stands there, a little movement and I will become his focus for anger.

Coby chuckled. "Well, You really eat so less" She smiled Don't smile at any other men like that Rose We walked out the sudden loud noise of a dog barking sends Rose to grab my arm and lean on me scared. I looked at her as she let go immediately embarrassed. But I wanted her to stay near me for just a little longer. Unable to hold myself back I put my arm on the back of her tiny waist and we walked to the car. Coby wanting to go have drinks with a friend and left us alone.

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 cou