The Reclaimed Rose Novels & Stories

Those flowers were an experiment I was working on right before I was burned, I had planted them but I was unsure they would grow and bloom as much as they did now. "Yes, you know them?" Nora asked in surprise as she turned to me. "Of course, we used to grow them in my pack. It takes a great deal of care and patience for this particular flower to bloom." I quickly covered up and Nora slowly nodded. "Our former Luna was obsessed with adding these flowers to her garden," she commented. "I take it she succeeded then?" I gestured towards the light purple flowers and Nora gave a sad, reminiscent smile and for a moment I wondered if she was thinking about me-Elara.

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

He reached out and took my hand, his palm rough and warm, a tangible proof that the marble man of the obsidian throne was gone forever. ​The lunar delegates have sent their first harvest report, Killian said, his voice a rich, soothing baritone that seemed to harmonize with the rustling of the silver leaves. They aren't growing food for the Council’s stockpiles anymore. They are growing the First Peak roses, the ones that were thought to be extinct since the Great Filter. They want to send a crate of them to the University for the spring festival. We have turned the moon into a garden, Elara. The cold, sterile rock of the Architects is finally learning how to bloom. We have extended the sanc

Shelby adds in a sing-song voice, and I have no doubt now that they are doing something behind my back. The girls leave, but Reece doesn’t come right in. Instead, he knocks again. I fling the door open, wondering what’s going on, and immediately, I freeze, my eyes wide with shock. “Hello, my beautiful princess, Rose,” he greets me, though it’s a little hard to understand him–because he has a long-stemmed red rose clasped between his teeth. “I am here to ravish you!” I take a step back and take him in.

When Liam returns his gaze, he adds, "Take it." "Come on, get us right now," Michel commands. Rose goes into a jewellery shop after a time to hunt for some pendants to give as gifts to her friends and for herself. Rose's gaze was drawn to a lovely yet basic clove offered in light green colour, which she took and examined for an hour as if draining the spirit out of it.

Each step was a gentle tug on the thread of her past, pulling her closer to the truth she sought. One sunny afternoon, as Katie strolled through a fragrant rose garden, her gaze fell upon a solitary white rose, standing tall and proud among a sea of vibrant colors. Its pristine petals symbolized the purity of her love for Rose, a love that had never wavered, despite the confusion and pain that had come to define their relationship.

“You can’t exile me! I have the strongest recovery potion! “I’ll hand everything over to the Alliance if you don’t exile me!” Claude let out a mocking laugh and produced the so-called recovery potion Rose was boasting about. “Your formula was stolen from Claire. It’s nothing more than a defective product.” Rose’s lips trembled as she tightly grabbed Leon. “Didn’t you say you’d protect me for life? “Leon, do something!” However, Leon ignored her completely. No longer wanting to look at Rose, I ordered someone to have her thrown out. After Rose was gone, Leon looked at me. “Claire, I’m sorry. I misunderstood you.”

With flowers and time and public claiming and consistent effort. Tomorrow I'd stop being the scared version of myself and start being the mate Rose deserved. However long it took. Whatever it took. Rose was my mate. My gift from the Moon Goddess. My future. And I was done wasting that. Starting tomorrow. With night-blooming jasmine and honest effort. Building what I'd almost destroyed before it even began. **TO BE CONTINUED...** ---