Toxic Rose Thorns Novels & Stories

They saw me not as a person, but as a thing to be acquired, a weapon to be wielded. The fear that had paralyzed me began to harden into something else. Something sharp and resolute. The oily feel of their probe, the arrogant words on the page, the insult to my parents and my mate-it all fused into a single, white-hot point of defiance. I reached out, ignoring the warning hiss from Nolan, and plucked the crimson rose from the box. The thorn pierced my thumb, a bead of my own blood welling up, a stark red against my skin.

This is why black roses are now only cultivated in laboratories, under strict supervision and the direct command of the King. I rose up from the floor, keeping my weight on my right leg as I plucked out the glass shards. Then I wrenched the stake out of my leg and stood up on shaky legs, almost falling over as the pain made my vision blur. Walking was even more difficult since I now had a gaping hole in my leg and it won’t be healing for another day with the Holly and Buckthorn now in my bloodstream.

He doesn't care all he wants to know is what happened to her, that hidden pain she hid in her eyes he would love for her to open up to him. He arrived on the stable ground with a rose in his hand as he approached her, Aurora is more like the rose in his hands. It's a deceptively soft and beautiful plant that sported sharp thorns along its stem. Not just any thorn, but sharp thorns that pierces, but still those thorns did not make her any less appealing to him. For reasons he couldn’t comprehend, they only made him want to delve deeper, to peel back her layers and see what he might uncover.

Alfred waved his hand making the dome disappear. Throwing seeds on the snow Nara yelled ‘eight drills’. Large thorns grew from the seeds; some crawled on the bear’s foot and drilled into it while others tried to penetrate its chest. Chevy whose leg was partially healed removed the cork of a tiny bottle then splashed the green liquid inside on the bear arm. The bear growled in agony. Its arm began to corrode. The bear detached its hand from its shoulder knowing fully well that if it wasn’t careful its whole body would decay.

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.

said King Ruven Omanelis in Elvish. In an instant, rose thorns pierced out from within the stomachs and other body parts of the Behemoth, Manticore, and Hell-Hound chasing Al's party. Their skulls were perforated because thorns pierced them from inside their heads. Their eye sockets were filled with roses popping out of their heads. Their eyeballs rolled down in disrepair. The bodies of the three demons shattered into shapeless pieces of flesh. “Wow, that's shocking!” exclaimed Al, watching the brutal scene in front of his eyes.

“I hope you don’t give me reasons to do the same to you.” He looked at me, and I smiled. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Do something about your toxic jealousy, Zeph. Diana is blooming into a beautiful red rose. Don’t be the thorn in her life,” Janus said. “Trust no rose that bears no thorns, for those roses are fated to be plucked and domesticated. While Diana is the wild rose that is destined to bloom eternally. For that fate, for that eternity, I will bear all the thorns for her. To keep her safe…”

Tyson shared with a soft smile. Suddenly she moved away from him as if his proximity is hurting her. Her breathing picked up and she began to gasp for breath. The dusky green pastures around her began to disappear and stone walls appeared around her. She found herself in a box which is filled with rose stems that have thorns on them. She is bleeding from everywhere, as the thorns are pricking her everywhere. Even a slight moment is agonizing. "No, no, please" she began to beg when they dumped more thorny stems in the box.

Only those many years had saved him from death. “I brought... the roses... sir...” he said fearfully, and it only took one glare to understand that he had to leave them on the table and get the hell out. I watched them for a long time. Red as blood and perfumed like the scent of a lusty woman. That was when I took out the lighter and lit one of them, watching it burn to ashes, dying before my eyes. I was so damn pleased to see its petals burn and fall off the bulb. Then I lit another one, and the feeling was even more exhilarating. Like I had the power of life and death.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.