Undying Rose Novels & Stories

" Let's just fix your wife." I said with a sigh as I powered up my Rosepast. My eyes turned dark red as I held my hands in prayer to my lips " Rosepast." I whispered into my hand, the skin under my collarbone moves apart as a red glass rose glowing purple appears. I lifted my forefingers and middle fingers to create a triangle. The middle petals of the rose start to rotate as the triangle lights up in a purple flame. " Let the past be seen." The middle petals of my Rosepast stop rotating as the outer petals slowly start expanding.

The tips of the petals are jagged as if spike and are a bright yellow. “They call it a sanguine rose. They are a flower that exist nowhere else in the world because they are made by dragons. In a video game called Skyrim they were used as a signal of aid for a time in the game. For us dragons we have interpreted them as a call for help. Another way to need aid if you will” I tell her as I move closer. Removing just one from the long entangled stems I hand it to her. “The best part is that they themselves need a little aid before they can show their true beauty.” Talking is not touching.

"In case you don't know why I hate you. It's before you're the one to bring an end to black magic" "Wh......wh" Rose pushed the sword deeper until she gave up the ghost. After making sure she wasn't alive, Rose asked for the body to be disposed of. Although her body was disposed of, it got missing, a few hours later and no one could say what happened. **

Lydia is Allen's mistress, and he's allowing his side piece to take place! Jade's face darkened. She turned to Allen, feigning anger. "Apologize to Rosie, you fool!" However, Allen raised his chin and replied, "I did nothing wrong. I will not marry Rosie because of such outdated, feudal relics from our elders! Love is love! I will leave if you two keep forcing me on this. "Rosie, you were raised with modern education. Why are you acting so old-fashioned?" His words enraged Jade. Allen's father, Jack Walter, slapped him lightly on the head. "Stop talking!"

"No! Your skin obviously needs vitamin c. Stay put." Mrs Yolando rushed to the kitchen. Dante stared at his reflection in his phone screen. Is his skin really that bad or is his mum overreacting? Dante was surprised when he heard the ringing tone of the land phone resting on the shelf. It was used to receive calls from his mum when he saw still young. He didn't expect it to still be working. But who could be calling? He wondered. He went to it and picked up the call. "Good evening, am I speaking to Mrs Esther Yolando?"

*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*

Exploring the mysterious world around her finding a banner hanging around a dead tree. The cloth was made of high quality material with golden edges. It was a black banner with a red rose symbol. There must be some meaning behind the red rose and she gasped when fifty roses grew out of the dead tree. From what she learned in one of Medicia's books when she was young. A book containing information about flowers and plants.

I brushed my thumb over the petal and explained, “Why black rose? I want to know.” His eyes were fixated on the rose in my hand as he swallowed before opening his mouth, “Because nothing depicts me better than a black rose. The black rose is a symbolic flower with multiple meanings and interpretations. It represents intensity, darkness, passion, rebellion, and dominance, all of which resonate with my personality. A black rose is also a symbol of mystery, unknown, and unrequited feelings, which perfectly portrays whatever is between us.”

she says with a sweet, sleepy smile. As she drifts off to sleep, the rose becomes a beacon of solace, its beauty and fragility a reminder of the precious memories she shared with her mother. The polyurethane block protects and preserves the rose, much like Lyra's heart holds onto the love and memories of her mother, forever safe and cherished.

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.