Thorns Of Roses Miraculous นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He's fearless. "Why do you think roses have thorns?" Asked Kevin and passed his fingers through his hair, pushing them away from his eyes but a few strands fell back over his forehead. He looked different today. A little less perfect if it makes sense but still insanely handsome with those raven hair falling over his forehead obscuring his ocean-deep eyes despite the number of times he had pushed them back and the gold chain that shone whenever the light rays hit it. He looked young. How old was he anyway, Emma had no idea. She didn't know anything about him even though he was a famous person. But he knew everything about her. Everything! "Well, Rose symbolizes love and beauty. Um- for me, I

Giant, deep red, glowing roses. I thrashed, trying to pull myself up, but the damn things had a grip like iron. Every time I moved an inch, they sprawled higher, coiling tighter, dragging me deeper into their grasp. Their petals looked soft, almost beautiful—until I saw the teeth hidden beneath them, snapping dangerously close to my skin. "That woman said the fae world isn't a joke!" I growled, struggling harder. "But she failed to mention the motherfucking sea of carnivorous roses!"

“That’s how you survived. The Moonrose. Tell me—what does it actually do?” He gave a dry chuckle, pride bleeding through his ancient voice. “The roses come in pairs. I have the white one. Kiran has the black—far more powerful, but dangerous. Like soulmates, these roses are bound. Mine has kept me alive. More than that—I am the rose now. I don’t just use its power. I am its vessel.” Without another word, I unsheathed my blade and sliced my palm. Blood welled and dripped into the ceremonial bowl. Rhaegos, resigned, did the same. Our blood swirled together—ancient, powerful, defiant.

“It’s unfortunate that you have to also make the same mistake as I did, my granddaughter. That man beside you is your lover, aren’t you curious of what my curse is in exchange to gain all this knowledge?” Rose frowned, wondering what she meant when they all shuddered upon hearing the loud grumble from bellow. Dominic quickly pulled Rose by her shoulder tightly as from the ground a large thorn had thrust itself upward, destroying the floor with its power. Hannah Maury let the small thorns from the ground to circle around her body, forming what seemed like a thorn armor. The woman’s lips turned dark, her smile wide and her green eyes discoloring to purple, “I was too like you, Rosey! I was als

“Nyra Ravenwood.” Rozelyn didn’t remember hearing or reading that name. “What happened then?” The raven-haired Thaumaturge asked. “I was eager to prove that the so-called immortality-giving flower is a phony. So, I tried it; drank it. And the rest is history,” Rosette continued, tears silently flowing from her sorrowful emerald eyes.

When she turned to her mother, marigold wondered why a rose plant suddenly appeared out of nowhere, while the ones that were there before were just flowerpots. She stood in astonishment and she slowly approached her mother while she was cutting the thorns of the Roses. "M-mom.... how...??" Until Marigold thought something was amiss. The truth is..... there was something indeed wrong the moment she woke up in her room. "Marigold..." Her mother called, waking up the marigold on her trance. "Look at these Roses." Marigold stood next to her mother. "Do you know why Roses have thorns?"

I looked at her and nodded. I did everything I can do. But in the last part, I stopped. There's a rose on the table. But not an ordinary rose. Because this type of rose has magic in it. Within 1 minute this rose will turn into a monster. It's dangerous not because it can turn into a monster. But it will use your weakness against you before it kills you. "Kill the rose." I heard Drake said. I took a deep breath before stepping closer to it. I held it trembling. As I held on to it some memories entered my mind. Memories I don't want to remember anymore.

I pressed my palms together and the earth cracked open behind me. From the soil, some roses erupted with a sickly red glow. Each of them was shaped like a beast with their roots forming like legs and their bark splitting into mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth. Their movements were jerky while wet sounds echoed as they stretched for the first time. The assassins’ eyes widened in horror. "What are those!?" I smiled faintly. "Magic roses. They need nourishment." I pointed toward the assassins and said to the roses. "Feed."

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.