True Blood Rose Novels & Stories

*Boom* Red Rose summoned all the strength within her body into her legs and pushed off the ground, exploding towards Village Head Samoa with so much power that the eyes of the undead which were not meant to show any emotion, narrowed in stern surprise; yet there was an even creepier reaction that took Red Rose’s focus away from Village Head Samoa’s eyes. For a maniacal smile that should have been impossible of an Undead, graced the lips pf the former general, and his bloodthirsty aura grew stronger. *BOOM*

It made him wonder if he really did deserve her trust, and this extent of secrets revealed? Crystal seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "Somehow, half of what I just told you isn't a secret. It's left for the knowing mind to figure it out. Rose is blood. Rose is lust. And Rose is danger. Blood because of her colour. Lust because of her petals. And danger because of the thorns that do protect her from being held. There's no exception where you'd say she only gives herself to the one she deems special. No there's nothing like that for Rose. She gives herself to anyone really. But the question is, can they be able to hold her for long, while spilling blood? You see, Rose isn't like Cl

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

The note read: Violet, My beautiful love I have had a special team working on this hybrid rose for you. Ever since I saw the blue flame I knew I could find a way to show you my love for you. And to remind you that with both flames working together you can do amazing things to help others. I love you. Love Jaylor. P.S. Move the paper to reveal the other present. As soon as I removed the tissue paper I saw a note on top of a dress. The note said Happy birthday on it. As soon as I read the note I thought could it really be that time already? Is is really my sixteenth birthday today? I look down lost in my own thoughts and they immediately come to a halt as I let out a gasp when I see the dress

Rose quietly unlocked the door and slipped out of the room. Without wasting a second, she booked a taxi and left from there. 🚕🚕 Meanwhile, when Daniel Blackwood finished his call and entered the room, his eyes immediately shifted toward the washroom. The door was open. He walked into the attached changing area. Empty. Rose was gone. A sharp silence filled the room. In a sudden burst of anger, Daniel stormed back into the room, grabbed a flower vase from the table, and smashed it onto the floor. 💥

"Be careful with that." Rose gritted her teeth and didn't deign to respond. She waited until he left before finally allowing herself to frantically dig into the box. It was only half filled with blood, and it took every ounce of willpower Rose had left to take only the smallest dab and apply it to the back of her neck. Ecstasy instantly washed over her, soothing the shakes and cramps, and she desperately wanted more to reach the same high as previous times. Blood wasn't as potent as pure mate bond. She needs her mate's buy neither Ray and Simon are right state of mind. She snapped the lid closed with a ragged gasp and clenched her fist around the container. No. This wasn't about feeling amaz

“Rose-“ But before I could even finish my word, I felt a hand wrap around my waist and then I was being lifted up and off of the floor and the world went black. **** “You can open your eyes now.” The first thing I noticed as Damien lowered me to the ground was the intense smell of black roses. Since they were different from normal roses, they had a distinct smell which was richer and stronger than any other rose in the world. It was also the only rose that stayed in bloom for an entirety of two months. As I had expected, when I opened my eyes, I was no longer standing in the Shelter, in the middle of the ocean, but in the inner gardens of Damien’s castle, the place where we first met.

He throws my body onto his bed and I bounce for a second before his body is on me, his hardening length pressing into the spot between my legs. I try to twist my body and crawl away but Richard is immovable. “Stop!” I cry out, feeling sick to my stomach with fear. Richard forces my legs apart with his body and forces his hands beneath my short black dress. He grips my thighs hard, not enough to bruise as evidence he’d hurt me but just enough to make me feel pain. “Your bodies perfect, Rose. Even some of the female vampires couldn’t compare to you.” He opens a draw and to my horror he pulls out a pair of hand cuffs. Even with me struggling to escape, he managed to handcuff my wrists so they’r

She took one last look at the scenery and was astounded to find red roses blooming among the purple flowers. She found a single blue rose sat on her lap. A smile graced her lips. Roses have always been her favorite and it was the flower that omened her victory during the war. Maybe there's still hope. Ruby slowly faded into purple butterflies and soon reformed in front of her doorstep. She released a sigh and went back inside her house. She reached the kitchen and started fixing her utensils until she heard a familiar voice scream from behind her. "You traitorous bitch!!" she heard Geneva scream before seeing the tip of a sword pass through her stomach. The blade was trusted deeper inside he

“You okay, bro?” “Never better. Take a closer look at this rose. What do you see?” I asked him, waving the half-dead burnt flower in his face. “Just a burnt flower and an odd cousin. Are you sure you are, ok? You don’t seem so” He was being overly concerned. I walked around the table and ended up standing right in front of him. “Take a second look!” I insisted in an even more persuasive tone. “Okay, I’ll help you a little. This burnt flower, as you call it, is my next victim,” I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals.