Undying Rose Novels & Stories

Stephanie yelled as she looked into the box. "W-what? What's wrong?" Khloe asked before she looked in? There was a rose, a single Rose, but it was unlike any she had ever seen before, it had black petals and was placed in a small puddle of blood. Another thing that was strange about this rose was that it was burning, but a very low burn like at any moment it would go out" And it stunk, real bad. So bad she had to take a step back. Stephanie lifted the rose from the box, "Are you crazy mother? You'll get burnt!" Khloe yelled horrified but was shocked when it didn't hurt her, however, half the petals turned to ash and disappeared into thin air,

I sat on the edge of my bed, my gaze drifting across the room, landing on the small crystal vase on my nightstand. Inside sat the Midnight Rose I had found that morning. Its petals were a deep, velvety black that seemed to absorb the candlelight rather than reflect it. I knew from my research that the Midnight Rose was a forbidden bloom for Year One students — a Tier-4 botanical anomaly that fed on the emotional residue of its owner. Freshmen weren't allowed near them because their magic was too unstable to handle the flower's "hunger." I reached out, my fingers brushing the cool, soft edge of a petal. It felt like silk — the very thing I couldn't create.

I rasp painfully. I unzip the dress lowering it off her body. I have seen her half naked times before but her body never ceases to amaze me. She is very beautiful. I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time.

It wasn’t until Zero clarified to her that it all made sense, with how debauched that place was of course the ruler would be screwed in the head somehow! Just possessing the black rose ability was enough evidence of how crazy the dude was, after all, ranking first among the deadliest flowers and third in rarity was the black rose. Although not as rare as the blue rose, unlike the blue rose whose only effect was inducing tranquility within one’s mind along with its beauty, the black rose had a more powerful effect. Not only did it induce negative emotions, but it was a carnivorous type flower that could reduce anything to ashes even living beings if the amount was enough and the person was we

The stranger placed a single object flat onto the pristine wooden counter. Then, before Amora could even step forward, the figure spun around and glided out the front door, vanishing into the crowded street like a wisp of smoke. Amora’s heart hammered against her ribs. She walked slowly toward the edge of the counter, her breath hitching in her throat as she looked down at what had been left behind. Resting on the clean pine wood was a single, flawless rose. But the petals weren't red, pink, or white. They were a deep, velvet, midnight black. The stem was thick, covered in sharp, jagged thorns, and a single drop of dark, ink-like liquid clung to the leaf like a drop of poison.

Together we'll crush Rose, and her secrets will be her demise, I nod, smiling, confident, our plan will surely rise. ############

Or was it not a sweven? She could still imagine that very moment in their P.E.class when her whole body gradually hardened and somehow she herself was turning to a…to a rose. Not just a rose, a blood rose. Or was it just an ordinary rose? She’d never seen an actual blood rose before anyway and Rozelyn bet that it was far more different than any other roses. It possesses such extraordinary abilities and so it shall also possess an extraordinary appearance. She licked the blood from her finger, making her tongue taste the blood that it had been craving.

“That’s how you survived. The Moonrose. Tell me—what does it actually do?” He gave a dry chuckle, pride bleeding through his ancient voice. “The roses come in pairs. I have the white one. Kiran has the black—far more powerful, but dangerous. Like soulmates, these roses are bound. Mine has kept me alive. More than that—I am the rose now. I don’t just use its power. I am its vessel.” Without another word, I unsheathed my blade and sliced my palm. Blood welled and dripped into the ceremonial bowl. Rhaegos, resigned, did the same. Our blood swirled together—ancient, powerful, defiant.

I looked at her and nodded. I did everything I can do. But in the last part, I stopped. There's a rose on the table. But not an ordinary rose. Because this type of rose has magic in it. Within 1 minute this rose will turn into a monster. It's dangerous not because it can turn into a monster. But it will use your weakness against you before it kills you. "Kill the rose." I heard Drake said. I took a deep breath before stepping closer to it. I held it trembling. As I held on to it some memories entered my mind. Memories I don't want to remember anymore.