The Bloodied Rose Novels & Stories

“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.

It's the mate bond. I walked over and stood over Mason. He looked up at me and growled. "Growl all you want, Mason. You're pathetic." I spat at him. As I started walking away, he grabbed my ankle, making me fall and hit my head on a rock. I blacked out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Damian saw one man aiming at rose behind her back, he loaded his gun and gave him a head shot, blowing his brain out and his body fell on the ground with a thud before he could hurt rose. Rose turned around when she heard the gunshot, he looked at her bloody form and she was panting heavily, her hair was a mess, her white shirt was torn in some places and was covered in blood but this time with the men's blood and not her own, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, throwing the broken glass on the floor... Damian walked towards her and looked at her grey cold eyes, he noticed that whenever she kills someone she becomes more colder than usual like she locks her emotions inside whil

The thorns are wet, but it’s not… not water. I drop the rose and look down at my palm, and the smear of blood left behind.

I stored that information away for future reference now that I was going to a place completely filled with them. The salty air mixed with the rocking of the ship wasn't doing any good for my stomach so I headed back inside the ship. I stopped at my brother's level and spotted them at a dingy table playing a card game. Felix looked up and spotted me right away. Before I would have assumed that was because he was really aware of his surroundings but now I think it's more to do with his vampiric capabilities. "Hey, Rose, had enough of the salty air?" "Yeah. What are you guys playing?" I take a seat in the spare chair.

Zane says, as he brings my pointer finger down hard on a thorn before making my blood drip on top of the rose. I sniffle my cry, and pull a deep breath into my nose as I feel my nose leaking from crying so much, and I see Zane and Alec pricking their fingers with the thorns on the rose before pouring the drops of blood on the rose. I watch as our bloods mix on the rose, sealing my new fate. Alec laughs as the look of horror washes over my face while staring down at the bloody rose. I don't understand this. Are they playing a prank on me? If so, this is a very twisted prank.

It took me three times as the doors are very solid for it to break open and I get in as I look around the bathroom. Her gown is on the floor along with other things that are now shattered on the floor. And there's... There's blood drops on the floor leading to the... I take slow steps following the blood and I end up in the shower room as a haunted gasp leaves my mouth. I try to keep myself steady as I see Rosalina in a bathrobe on the floor in a pool of blood with a cut on her wrist. Water is running down her body as she's still, motionless on the floor.

“Then the world will bleed.” The roses trembled in the midnight breeze, petals scattering like drops of blood over stone. And in the shadows beyond the orchard, unseen, a pair of eyes watched — cold, calculating, patient. Isabella.

"Rosa, can you give Carlo back to me? I'm pregnant with his child. The baby needs a father." She looked at me with red eyes, acting so fragile. I frowned, trying to step around her. Suddenly, Gemma flashed a twisted smile and slid a knife out of her sleeve. She grabbed my wrist, forced the handle into my hand, and then slashed her own arm with the blade. "Ah! Help! You've gone mad, Rosa! You're trying to kill me?! It hurts! No! Save my baby!" Gemma screamed as she collapsed on the floor, blood pouring from her arm and pooling beneath her.

Red strobe lights began to flash from the ceiling, painting the sterile corridor in a rhythmic, bloody glare. "Stay behind my spine," I barked over my shoulder, my eyes sweeping the hallway for more targets. Rodah stepped out of the elevator right into the puddle of warm blood spreading across the tile. Her bare feet were stained red instantly, but she didn't scream or flinch. She gripped the SIG Sauer with both hands, her knuckles white, her green eyes fixed on the bodies. The loose black silk of her robe was damp from her own sweat, clinging tightly to the heavy curve of her hips and the dark circles of her nipples.