The Bloodied Rose Novels & Stories

That night, Marcus jumped from the old Leedon Tower. The next morning, the headlines were filled with news of his suicide. Cecilia didn’t dare look at the gruesome photos. Lucas handled Marcus’s funeral arrangements. Across the entire city, every headline reported Marcus’s death. But there was one reason no one else knew. When Marcus died, he was still holding a vivid red rose in his hand. And Cecilia suddenly remembered something from when she was fifteen. “Marcus, what kind of flower do you think I’m like?” The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly.

Alexander shuts his eyes, trying to block out the memory of her fighting to the death to protect them. "—but it was just a fluke. Those damn Roses and their explosives; it's as if they think they're military or something. Who ever heard of the mafia using bombs? It's simply not stylish," Rolf continues. "Well, it's clear they don't care much about style," Alexander replies, recalling the young woman they encountered, who had begged for help and drawn their attention. When they were distracted by her, the Roses began shooting, and she got caught in the crossfire. He shakes his head, determined to dislodge the thought. If he dwells too long on the horrific things he's witnessed, he fears he mi

Stephanie yelled as she looked into the box. "W-what? What's wrong?" Khloe asked before she looked in? There was a rose, a single Rose, but it was unlike any she had ever seen before, it had black petals and was placed in a small puddle of blood. Another thing that was strange about this rose was that it was burning, but a very low burn like at any moment it would go out" And it stunk, real bad. So bad she had to take a step back. Stephanie lifted the rose from the box, "Are you crazy mother? You'll get burnt!" Khloe yelled horrified but was shocked when it didn't hurt her, however, half the petals turned to ash and disappeared into thin air,

All of them died in the hands of the Kings. Rose was getting scared by the behavior of the Kings but she also knew that if they weren't here than she would be snatched of her dignity. The whole floor was in the colour of red, there was blood everywhere. Rose wasn't able to bear the smell of blood anymore. Also, the sight in front of her had her trembling. There were ripped body parts everywhere. She could hear the painful screams of the men.

"Are there any other wounds on your body?" Rose asked coldly. At the moment, she had no interest in Camellia copying someone else's hidden weapon. She was covered in blood, especially on her chest, a large patch of bloodstains. Camellia lowered her gaze, her eyes slightly dimmed, and then swept past, turning her back to Rose. "There's an external injury here." Rose cautiously lifted her blouse, revealing her pale skin stained red with blood. The sight was horrifying, and she steeled herself to remove the small stone lodged in her. Camellia winced in pain as she pulled it out, realizing the weight of both their bodies shouldn't be underestimated.

a voice of resentment was heard. She threw red roses at my immobilized bloodied body, then they fled the scene. As red as the color of the van that sent me off to my death, my innocent blood flew to the ground. Add up the petals of the red roses that floated and danced on my yet, flesh blood. Shocked, devastated, betrayed, I mumbled just one word before seeing the dark, “Why?”

For the bright future of Voneveir. It is for the greater good. Walking at a pace faster than usual, clanging sounds of his garments could be heard hitting each other. On a fine day when the sun was so bright and shining above, birds chirping with their singing sounds, he saw the sight of the most beautiful flower he ever saw… covered in red with her own blood. Hands wide open… as if she accepted her fall. "R-Rosan…"

Her fear prevented her from making that choice. Roosevelt saw that Rose was perplexed. She shook her head and cursed herself. "There is another prediction that I made. One that is much worse." With a snap of her finger, the scene changed again. What she showed left Rose petrified. There was Rose soaking standing in the middle of a street. Her clothes and hands were splattered with blood. The buildings left and right were destroyed and there were corpses scattered all over. Among those corpses were the corpses of her friends. Yuki, Cecilia… Matthew. Their bodies were covered in blood and their faces were frozen in horror.

Rose shook her head, seemingly trying to erase whatever it was she saw. “Is it bad?” he cautiously asked to avoid triggering the emotions she was struggling to process. “What did you see?” She looked to the side, finally took a deep breath and whispered, her voice soft as mist, “Blood.” Symon’s stomach dropped. “B- blood?” Her gaze met his again. “Blood. E-Everywhere.” “Whose blood?” Keith fearfully asked from where he was. “Huh…” Terror bulged Rose’s eyes, as if the monstrous thing she saw within her closed eyes was in that very room. “I…”

"Theo!" Rose shrieked violently as Theo's body fell helplessly against the seductive leaves swept away by the strong wind, just as Theo's chest heaved with difficulty. Rose approached, quickly resting Theo's head on her lap. The blood from the blow was too thick. Now the surface of Rose's hand was completely bathed in the thick red liquid and the rancid scent that emanated was no less piercing. "Sorry." The single spoken word tore Rose wider apart. She shook her head not wanting to hear anything else. But Theo argued with a look that was out of place. Theo's eyes almost closed, Rose immediately grasped the same bloodied fingers.