Thorns Of Roses Miraculous นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Their bodies collided, and Esteban lifted her effortlessly, backing her against the wall. Clothes burned away as quickly as the flames devouring the mansion. Her apron hit the floor. His shirt followed. Skin against skin, heat meeting heat. She arched into him, moaning his name, Esteban, like a sin. But sins had consequences. The folder. Her hand brushed against it on the floor, and the reality of what she was doing slammed into her. She pushed him away, chest heaving. "I can’t." He looked wrecked. Hair tousled, lips red, eyes stormy. "You already did."

Before Camela could react, the thorns shot upward again—aiming straight for Vincent. Vincent stumbled, too weak to escape. The vines lashed around him, tightening his chest, throat, and arms. The thorns pierced his skin, causing blood to drip down. Camela shouted in desperation, “No! Take me instead!” The council's chant rose again: “The fox wears the thorns. The fox bows.” Vincent’s body trembled as the roses tightened their grip, forcing him to his knees. Blood soaked into the silk until the roses gleamed a deep black-red.

Its papery flowers replaced by husks that rattled like dried scorpion tails in the wind. Mamá’s voice surfaced, soft as the petals she once nurtured: *“Marisol, beauty is defiance here. Remember that.” Her hands, soil-caked and steady, cupped the blooms. ‘They thrive when neglected,’ she lied. A lesson in survival.”* Now, the thorns pierced my skin, mocking her memory. A low, thrumming dread vibrated through me, a sound like a thousand wings shearing bone. A deep resonance that settled in my chest like a cold stone. It wasn't loud, but it filled the air with an echoing presence that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

At the center of the table sat a single black rose. It was impossible not to stare. The flower was freshly bloomed, petals so dark they shimmered purple in the candlelight. I moved closer, expecting to smell decay or some illusion of rot, but instead I caught the faint scent of soil, spice, and something unmistakably magical. A soft, pulsing glow radiated from the base of the petals, a hum of leyline energy that traced directly back to the central anchor on my map. I reached out, hesitated, then carefully lifted the rose. It was real. Lush. Alive. Cool to the touch.

Nikolaus POV: “It looks so pure.” The softness of her voice was almost breathless, her little fingers hovered over the white rose, she was drawn to it. “Nothing is truly pure,” I muttered and gently nudged her hand away, reaching for the rose myself. The thorn bit into my skin,sharp, quick, bleeding,but I didn’t flinch. With my fingers immediately closing around the stem, a thorn pierced my skin enough to draw blood. Snapping and getting rid of the thorns, I handed the rose to her.

He thrust two fingers inside her, eliciting a sharp cry from Miranda. "You're so tight," he groaned, pumping his fingers in and out, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Tell me what you want, Miranda." "Fuck me," she panted, her eyes glazed with lust. "Right here, right now. Make me forget everything else." Withdrawing his fingers, Jonathan positioned himself at her entrance. He looked into her eyes, saw the fire there, and thrust into her without warning. Miranda cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have.” Chris’s eyes widened in alarm. I stifled a laugh, quickly pressing my fingers over my lips and looking away. “Uh… Yes,” Chris said slowly, shooting me a sidelong glance. “I hope you like… roses.” “Of course I do.” She brought the flower to her nose and inhaled deeply—but then gasped sharply as one of the thorns pricked her index finger, a single crimson bead of blood welling up against her pale skin. The rose slipped from her grasp, fluttering to the ground between us.

My breathing automatically stopped as the person tried harder to open the door. "open the door! "the command was muffled due to the mask. I nearly swooned and dropped in a faint. "open the damn door!! "the command was clearer and Sharper this time. I was paralyzed with fear and couldn't move my limbs to comply to the order. I nearly jumped out of my skin when a gloved hand snaked into the car from the window. I was already shaking terribly as the hand fumbled with the lock. Then I heard a loud click and the door swung open. Sunlight streamed into the car, I was already curled into a ball in the car seat.

Emma pouted. I stood up taking a closer look at the red roses. They looked deadly. Thorns at the ready to shred any unlucky creature that had the courtesy to fall victim. Deadly yet beautiful. Somehow, even with all the rough jagged edges of the thorns the rose still accepted it as part of itself. “Lovely aren't they?” Eric purred chillingly. I jumped seeing him peer over my shoulder. “Yes. They really are something.” I answered calmly. Fear was starting to set in though. He captured full packs overnight. Not even giving them the chance to wonder what had hit them.

She saw blood coming out of her finger. “Tch! Be careful with the thorns!” Kenshi said, making his way to her. He took her hand and see it for himself. His brows knitted. “I touched only the petal. I swear!” “I believe you,” he muttered, wiping off the blood from her finger. After he did it, her cut was all gone. It still had her eyes wide even though she knew he is powerful. “There’s something guarding these roses. You won’t be able to get some petals that easily.”