The Rose Queen Novels & Stories

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.

He leaned in closer, watching as new words began to form on the page: “Leon, come to the Queen’s Garden. —Rose.” The message jolted him fully awake. He sat up straight, his mind clearing as urgency took hold. Wasting no time, he dressed quickly and headed out. The Queen’s Garden was tucked away in a secluded corner of the palace grounds, far removed from the cold, oppressive atmosphere that loomed over the rest of the city. Here, it felt like stepping into a hidden paradise. The garden bloomed with life, an oasis of beauty amidst the desolation. Golden sunlight, cast by a magically conjured sky, poured over every inch of the garden. A vibrant sea of blossoms stretched out before him, with vi

Jeffrey rushed home with the last glimmer of hope and finally panicked completely when he saw the dark and empty house. The rose in the greenhouse had the courage to escape. No one could accept it. Rose could only follow the Little Prince around and never leave. He froze in place, looking at the bouquet placed in the center of the door. He then realized how ridiculous he had been. I wrapped him one last bouquet, but unfortunately, none of those flowers were roses. The rose had gone to find freedom. He couldn't keep me, and I no longer belonged to him.

I mumbled and returned to the video we were watching. The rose had grown in size significantly from when we were watching to the few seconds of distraction. I turned my attention back to my mate and saw she was still on the bed, her nose buried in that book. She looked lost in her own world, completely oblivious to the outside world around her. And the damn flower that keeps growing by the second. “This looks like a movie I’ve seen. And I didn’t like the ending.” Though this was a dire situation, I couldn’t help looking over my shoulder at Donovan with disgust.

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

Rose's curses and orders clearly showed her anger and confirmed the end of their friendship. But Maia didn't care. She had come to see Rose with the intention of picking a fight with the artist. She hoped Rose would realize the difference between them. Who you are, and who I am. She wanted to show that Rose White was no match for Maia Queen. “I am Ruby Moon, and you are just an ordinary artist. Besides, whose help did you need to get to your current position? Don't be a nut that has forgotten its shell,” Maia waved her hand as if Rose and her threats were nothing.

“Rose is the name I carried before the world turned me rogue.” She reached into the folds of her gown and drew out a small pendant. Gasps rippled through the rogues. “I was your Queen once,” she said and every Rogue bowed. Both those that had been in the mine before I attacked the rogue clan. Including those who had formed after the annihilation. They all submitted to their queen. Rose lifted her chin, voice ringing with command. “Enough blood has been spilled. Enough sons and daughters have been buried because of pride and vengeance. Today, the moon watches every one of us and asks what we will build from the ashes.”

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

“She’s hiding with a friend of mine who’s also of A****n descent, but unlike us, she doesn’t have a wolf spirit. Her cottage is located near our old Tribe lands on the other side of the mountain. If you go now, you might see her as she does her morning drills.” I raise a curious brow, and she gives me a knowing chuckle. “Just because Flora is human doesn’t mean she’s any less of an A****n warrior. You will see what I mean.” She says as we walk out of my room. I drop her off at her room, which is down the hall from mine on the Alpha floor, wishing her good night. The moment the door closes, I run downstairs, barely making it outside of the packhouse before Axel pushes the shift for the first

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.