True Blood Rose Novels & Stories

Then, he gave me a polite smile. The view changed after that. Rose stood there, lost in her thoughts. Everything around her is dark and broken. She started to move, she moved her right foot towards the jeep, then she slowly moved another and after a step she stopped and turned her neck to her shoulder and a drop of water moved out from her beautiful black eyes and then slipped on her red cheeks.

[Rose] I walk out the back door searching for a uber even though Carried lectured me about denying Kaden and being rude to him. She was right, It was rude of me to deny him. I just didn't see him helping me, and I thought it was a hassle for him. Afterall. All the other girls never get a ride from him or Coby all the time. They go home on their own. I have to learn to do so too. I stood there was a minute before my eyes noticed someone at my preferable vision. He was right there, near his car. About to get and I look at him.

Lucien stood up and began pacing as he monologued. "You are an exceptional breed of vampire. The Penne Coven is said to hold powers beyond comprehension. Because of their vast talents, the legend of the blue rose was born. He who attains the blue rose shall have all of his wishes granted. When I caught wind of the myth, I couldn't help but laugh at the irony of it all. The source of my damnation was also my salvation.

Her cheeks were flaming red and she had turned into a rose. "Bhabhi jaan calm yourself down the way you are blushing. It will give others the wrong sign. You are looking like you both just made love but that is not the case or maybe you both were about to but I interrupted. Umm.. Umm…" Zeenat stopped in middle as Shayari put her hand on her mouth to shut her blabbering

~ Blaire~ The moment I realized I owned the body, I jumped into action, every part of me screamed control, power and I wasn’t about to let anyone mistake me for weak Rose. I grabbed the makeup and worked fast, covering every trace of Rose soft, innocent look…Just remembering Rose’s face, her weak, helpless expression made anger boil inside me, that wasn’t me…that wasn’t who I wanted the world to see.

Lestat's Point of View I watched as Dr. Elizabeth cleaned Rose's wounds. When Rose pulled the IV out of her arm and tried to run it made me worried and angry. I was worried because she was hurt and bleeding. Dr. Elizabeth and I could control our cravings because of our age but a lot of the vampires don't have as much control as we did. They might try to harm her just by the sight of her blood. One thing I noticed was that her blood smelled better than most. It was powerful and that confused me. No human could have blood as powerful as hers. That was something I would need to find out.

The next morning, Daisy walked out from the east wing and stopped the moment she reached the living room entrance. The curtains had been replaced with new ones. A white tablecloth covered the coffee table, which was filled with fresh flowers. Candles flickered gently atop the fireplace mantel. Daisy stood frozen at the doorway for a moment. Caleb stepped out from the side. He had on a dark gray suit. His hair was neatly styled, and he held a navy blue velvet box in his hand. Daisy looked at him silently. Caleb walked over to her, opened the box, and dropped to one knee.

"My car is outside. We leave now, or we die in this club." Sloane looked at the door, then back at the man who was supposed to be her target. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a single, preserved black rose. She dropped it on the chest of the man she had just killed. "The job is done," she whispered, her eyes locking onto Julian’s. "But the war is just beginning." He didn't wait. He grabbed her hand, their fingers interlocking—forged in the heat of the hunt—and pulled her into the rainy night.

Rose was marching toward me with her face twisted in pure rage because she couldn't handle the fact that my preparations were actually going perfectly. "This is unacceptable, Violet!" Rose yelled as she shook her fist at the beautiful flower arrangements near the door. "These white roses are an insult to our pack traditions, and you're intentionally trying to ruin our reputation!" "The white roses were approved by the design team and Alex, Rose, and they match the theme perfectly," I said as I adjusted my clipboard without looking up at her wrinkled face. "The silver valley suppliers said they're the highest quality we've had in five years." "You think you're so clever just because you fixed

The sight dragged me violently back into memory. Her body on the floor. Still. Too still. No breath. No pulse. The sound my brothers made—raw, broken—still echoed in my chest. Even my mother’s awakening hadn’t been enough to pull us back from that abyss. And then… light. Heat. Power. Like fire kissed by life itself. Rose’s body glowing, her chest rising, her strength returning in a way that defied death. A Phoenix reborn. The present rushed back as Rose gently squeezed my mother’s hands, whispering words of gratitude before stepping away. Her eyes found mine immediately.