The Golden Rose: Book 2 の小説・ストーリー

My grandmother's handwriting was tight and urgent, written during one of her most intense visions. *The darkness awakens. It has slept for a century, gorged on stolen light, but now it stirs again. It will hunt the children of the moon. It will find them one by one and drain them until nothing remains but empty shells. Two wolves stand between salvation and destruction. Two Alphas, bound to the fate of the Lunar. One will fall. One will rise. And the wolf who carries moonlight in her veins will decide which fate comes to pass.* "This is about me," Sera said quietly.

“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.

She managed to leap off me just as I fell to the floor in so much pain, this was now my time to act extremely hurt and unable to heal to see how they would react to having the upper hand over the most powerful wolf. Rose instantly shifted back into Jade who had such a smug look on her face knowing that she was winning and would be finally rid of me, yet she would never be queen as Ryder took away the only way, she could be taking his revenge on Darius. “Well, well, well this is very interesting since you claim to be the most powerful and yet her you are just lying on the floor trying to heal against some small attacks that didn’t use any energy for me.” She gloated, walking towards me as she

It's fascinating, and I really want to know more about it all. "I'm sure you'd like it." She places the book on the table in front of me and I smile at it. It's not so big but has a lot of pages and the cover is really beautiful with a golden rose drawn standing beside another rose, a silver one, but instead of sepals, they have a fire burning below them, and they are both rooted in a deep blue sea. Captivating burning roses with their roots in a deep sea, how artistic. PSYCHICISM is written in a weird writing that looks more like a drawing and my smile widens even more. How did she know this is just what I wanted! She really does have book powers.

Selling me out to this monster just like they'd sold out every piece of my childhood happiness for their own sick satisfaction. "I admit, I was a bit jealous that the Black Rose was having you all to themselves," Nikolai continued, completely oblivious to—or more likely, enjoying—the way his words were destroying me piece by piece. "But now that I have you, I can destroy those men and take back everything they stole from me." His smile widened, predatory and cold. "Starting with you." "I'm not yours," I managed to say, though the words came out as barely more than a whisper. "And I want no part in your sick revenge plan."

A sigh escapes my lips as dread washes over me, realising I didn't have a coat or an umbrella. Absolutely brilliant. Way to go, Rose. I place my hand on the glass door, knowing that soon I will be drenched. I turn to face the old librarian as she approaches the door, "Goodbye." I say softly, then walk out into the freezing cold rain, the wind whipping at my skin and causing my ebony hair to stick to my face.

the book reassured. I clicked my tongue. “Oh, but you do! Sometimes—yes, indeed." And with that, the book continued its revelation... "When they arrive, you would have to welcome them in the midst of the choas" Micha muttered, "in the midst of the choas?" The book answered in golden letters, "Yes in the midst of chaos. And by that moment, the creator of the Golden's would have disappeared" I stiffened, "Why? what do you mean" The book remained still for a moment and declared,

Weapons that required no gun, no muscle…only patience and precision. When her eyes blurred from the print, she pushed the book aside and walked to the balcony. The late afternoon sun washed over the stone, the air thick with the scent of lemon trees from the garden below. Somewhere in the courtyard, men’s voices echoed. Rose curled her fingers against the railing. She wasn’t going to stay here. She wasn’t going to surrender to their rules, their rituals, their false smiles. She would find a way out. And when she did, she wouldn’t just leave. She would take everything from them.

A few days later. Rose had significantly recovered from her trauma thanks to Matthew. Now she was sitting in the library, reading books as she usually would on a normal day. The book she was reading was titled: King of Chaos, The Scarlett King. The contents were about the characteristics of Leviticus Scarlett, his life story, his uprising and his end. Details including his family and empire were also written. Rose had the past few days learning about it. The door squeaked open and Matthew entered the library. He looked at the wall where the paint was not really matching in colour to the rest of it. Then he walked towards the table where Rose was sitting.

My destination was Damion’s forbidden chambers—the place where the magical sphere rested. The massive doors groaned as I pushed them open. To my surprise, the room wasn’t cloaked in the usual darkness. Instead, warm golden light spilled across every corner, revealing walls covered in intricate designs and chandeliers glowing softly like captured stars. The air smelled faintly of roses. Red roses. Perfectly arranged in golden vases along the walls. I frowned. Damion, the cold-hearted beast of an Alpha, had a thing for roses? For something so tender, so beautiful? The thought unsettled me.