The Golden Rose: Book 2 Novels & Stories

The sun dawns, golden hues of fiery light rushing across the lands of my horde. My feet pad across the slick stone floor. Gusts of early morning air blow through the mountain caverns, bringing a sweet dewy scent with them. Flavius's rough hand caresses mine as we make our way through the mountain to the tomb where my brother rests.

Her eyes scanned the upper row until they landed on the book, Oath of Blood. She recognized its heavy golden spine instantly. With a nervous breath, Rosa pulled it out, clutching it tightly before she stepped down. Without wasting another second, she made her way to the table and sat. Her fingers trembled slightly when she opened the book. Page after page, Rosa flipped, desperately searching for that letter. The letter wasn’t in the beginning. It wasn’t in the middle either. Rosalie flipped faster. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this without asking him but still she couldn’t help herself.

“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.

She was starving! The inn was quaint with yellow papering on the walls, blue glass lamps in the corners along with a huge bookshelf on one end filled with an assortment of books and writings. There were round tables spread throughout and a staircase leading up to the rooms beside the bar. Rose loved the reading chairs in the corners by the bookshelf the most.... she may spend a night or two snuggled up with a book in one of those huge chairs. A kindly man stood behind the bar and introduced himself as Mr. McGrath the innkeeper. He had been expecting us and had two rooms prepared and a staff room for our driver. Sean’s room would be connected to Rose’s by a door that locks on one side....

Everyone was talking about a prophecy and he knew nothing about it. Rosalie heard the book thumping against the wall and woke up panicked. She panicked more when Asrar wasn’t beside her. She threw off the sheets and raced out to the shared living space. She knew Ryan and Avalon where in a room beside them. Exiting the room she didn’t see Asrar anywhere which worried her. She did however see the book on the floor. Quietly walking over she lifted it and frowned. This book belonged to her grandmother. She remembered her reading it to her. ‘Dragons Gem.’ Was the ancient text on the cover. It was an old leather cased book that had gotten soft over the years. Her Grandma had made a special cover t

"As no one has contested it, I acknowledge this victory as belonging to The Red Rose. Silas Winter you are no longer fit to be Alpha and I Hades Solaris remove your Alpha status from you and transfer it to The Red Rose." He growls and fights her hold, slashing her stomach with his claws, she yells out in pain before crushing his throat, killing him.

I pulled one free and settled onto the rug in my small meditation corner. The familiar scent of old paper rose as I opened it. Our bloodline has always carried unusual gifts. The words were written in my mother’s careful script. Some subtle. Some dangerous. Some misunderstood. I traced the edge of the page lightly with my finger. “Sounds about right,” I murmured. Outside the small window the campus had grown quiet as evening settled over Rosewood. I read for another hour before finally closing the book. The whispers still echoed faintly in my mind. But they felt… farther away now.

She pulls away and then kneels down in front of me , her soft yet cold hands grasp my own. “ Run…Run Rosemary…don’t look back and don’t stop running…” a cold shiver passes through my body , as her instructions bring me back to the severity of the situation. “But –“ I am cut off by the wolf , as it growls lowly. He slowly gets up , his teeth shows as he snarls at something or someone that is behind my mother and I.

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

Haven’t I just seen something that same color? We reach the top of the stairs. A small, snug bedroom comes into view, everything… everything smells like roses and… rain. A four-poster bed rests in the center of the room draped in lace, and on the cushions rests a golden box, the lid proppd open, with music flowing from it. A golden rose spins in its center to the tune, its golden thorns catching the last light of sunset. I’m drawn to it, my fingers outstretched. “Yes, girl,” Morgan rasps behind me. “Touch it.”