True Blood Rose の小説・ストーリー

The instant formation of tears in her eyes made her not able to think of a plan to prevent that from happening. I had a feeling she would somehow try to ruin our meetup with Hope so I didn’t delay a minute and joined Silas in the car. As the car started driving off, I noticed Roxanne standing in the doorway holding the blue rose in her hands. I bet she tried to run after us but we had left already. “Umm, what is up with that blue rose?” I had to ask about that rose because I have seen her play with it a lot. There was something very weird about that rose apart from the fact that it never dies and is not even artificial.

Soon, she broke down into tears. "Blair, that is really bad! The rose signifies your relationship with him. It blossoms when you start to develop feelings for him. It turns blue when his time is drawing near. Each petal that vanishes signals that he is one day less to live. You have practically automatically connected that's why the rose is on your skin. It's going to be even harder to resist him, Blair. Oh God, I can't lose you again. No, I can't!" Mum cried and the line went dead. I stared at my phone, stunned.

Her voice was small as she lifted her head to look at him with her big watery eyes. His heart broke a little when he looked at her. He knelt down beside her. One of his hands behind his back. " I went to find something I thought you would like while you were at the lake. I didn't mean to be away so long and I'm not pretending to like you.", Brodie took his hand out from behind his back. "This is the Bloodrose that our pack is named after.", in his hand was a beautiful flower, deep crimson in colour. He put it in her hair and wiped away her tears.

It was an irrefutable fact. Red roses.

Liana asked, confused. The student approached the rose and quickly cut her palm. She dripped her blood on the rose. Our eyes widened from being a white rose to blood-colored. "It's the symbol of Queen Raven. She always puts something like this on her victims. Yes. It may look beautiful and ordinary. But you should not let its appearance deceive you. That rose is unusual. When it is shed with blood, from being white, it turns red. When you touch that rose, you will die. It's laced with a potent poison. And the only cure is in the hands of Queen Raven because she made that rose herself. She is also the one who made the poison." The student explains.

"There's no other way to explain it. After several centuries of search, I finally found the one with the rose blood, my brother must have known about it before he sent me to this hell hole." Unlike normal alphas and omegas who were attracted by pheromones, Michael was only attracted by the smell of blood. Rose blood was the rarest type of blood that belonged to only humans who have lived through dark and tragic times. The requirements were very strict and many vampires cultivate rose blood holders. One didn't simply exist like a mushroom after a rainy day. In the entire Academy, Michael had confirmed it. There was only one human who had rose blood and his name was Ringo.

"Rose—thank you. For giving me a chance I don't deserve. I won't waste it." "You'd better not." She paused in her doorway. "Nate—vampires appreciate flowers. Particularly night-blooming ones. Just—for future reference. Since you're learning courting traditions." She closed the door softly before I could respond. I stood in the hallway, processing. Rose liked flowers. Night-blooming ones. That was—that was information. Something I could use. Something that showed she was actually considering this. Actually willing to let me court her. I'd made her cry for two weeks. Had broken her trust before we'd even started building it. Had been cruel through fear and cowardice.

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

The blood in Roses, an organization built and funded by Harry just so he could enact his long plot of revenge. An organization that took several lives, both within and outside the organization, an organization that strives to reach medical and technological advancements, not for the good of the country, but to be used and facilitated for his sole desire to seek revenge against his brother.

But that day, I go back with a wavering feeling. It has been one year since then, Now I'm 18 years old and I also get closer to Mark and get to know his ambitions along with dex. I've decided to plant a trust in them and so I trained and joined the gang while also being a member of Shallow Rail. I gain a new title that soon rose up in the media after a few missions, they call me ' The Rose Empress'. It was formed after they found a black rose along with a strong rose scent on my dead victim. It just somehow became my trademark even tho initially, I put a rose to show a tad of grieve. For me, it was a mission but for them, it's the end of their life so I want to at least pay my respect as a f