The Order Of The Black Rose Novels & Stories

“Whatever. You brought me here yourself.” I sit back and relax, watching people stand up one minute in anticipation of a goal and then slump down the next, disappointed. It seems everyone around me is supporters of black and gold except the two teenagers in my front. The one time black and gold scores. Everyone was cheering and singing, except for the two. They were booing.

I said gesturing to the man to bring my car but I forgot one thing. Rose. I could not let her stay alone, It was dangerous. I had seen Aiden's men hovering around her for the entirety of the night. "Do one thing, Go the Emreld's house. Tell her I ordered her to bring me the black case at 3 in the noon near the Downtown 66 Club. Up on the roof, Meet me at my house after you did that" Max nodded looking behind.

“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.

I let out a breath, "When will he wake up?" It had been one day without Orion and I was feeling overwhelmed with everything. Bidding farewell to Celia and others was not easy, I had to make sure no one doubted Orion's absence. "The blue mark is fading," Rose replied as she added a palm-shaped leaf into the red paste and started mixing it. "I am sorry you had to stay here taking care of a person you have never met before." She smiled but the smile was dull compared to her other smiles, "I am helping you. My mother would have wanted this."

The hall was silent, except for Roses’ soft whimpers. Nightbane’s gaze never left me. His wolf—weak, dyin, still managed to claw through his eyes, burning red like a wound that refused to heal. “Fel,” he breathed. Just one word, but it shattered the walls I’d built. I staggered to my feet, clutching Roses. “What are you doing here?” My voice was raw, breaking. I handed Roses to my mother and clutched my chest, “You’re not supposed to—”

"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."

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

The Prince of Orchid Mountain’s tomb, the treasure chest, the key, Moonlit Flowers on Cliffside’s Edge, and Black Rose? James looked at Black Rose, gracefully clad in a black leather jacket. He got lost in his thoughts. Was it just a coincidence, or was all this part of some bigger plan? “General, please grant me your protection,” Black Rose said again, a pleading expression on her face. James glanced at her. “You just told me that someone murdered all your companions. Not only did you not run away, but you followed the attacker to Cansington. Now, you’re asking for my protection. How is this logical?”