Vampire Roses Novels & Stories

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

More of his sarcasm? But the vase was different. Made of rustic, dark ceramic. And inside, there was not an explosion of colorful petals, but a single flower. Strange and magnificent. Its petals were such a deep red they bordered on black, with long sepals that extended like claws or… bat wings. It looked like something out of a gothic dream. It was an orchid. A Dracula Vampira. My heart leaped. Only one person knew of my strange fascination with rare and somber orchids. Only one person would use such symbolic language.

And after that disgusting dream I had, I loathe him even more. The garden in this palace is very beautiful, and it fits the vibe of this vampire land. There’s a fountain in the middle of the garden, but it has no water, statues of weeping angels from every corner, fog and red roses everywhere. Vampires seem to love the colour red. Of course they do, it’s what the blood suckers see every morning, noon and night when they’re about to have a feast. I spot a bench right next to a statue of a cherub, and I take a seat.

He spun her around, taking her by surprise, which caused her to bump into his chest, a gasp escaping her lips. Yashvir looked down into her eyes, as his grip on her arm remained firm, while his other hand travelled to her cheek, brushing her hair away from her face. Ahankara clicked her tongue, turning her face away with a deep scowl. "Why do you keep doing that?" She snapped, glaring at him. Yashvir bit his lip, smiling. "Your hair keeps getting in your eyes, my beautiful Rose. I don't like the way it tries to block the view of something so beautiful from me."

Rose then after talking to her parents and introduced them to Alex, opened the wine bottle, poured it in the glass, sprinkle some wine on the graves, and has a sip. After wine, she took out a bunch of red roses from the carry bag and started decorating it on both of her parents’ graves. “Rose you brought rose flowers then chrysanthemum?” “My parents love red roses, especially my mom. She was very fond of red color, and red roses are her favorite. In fact, I inherit her most of fondness and habits, therefore, I also love the red color and red roses the most.” RED ROSES…….. RED ROSES……..

Giant, deep red, glowing roses. I thrashed, trying to pull myself up, but the damn things had a grip like iron. Every time I moved an inch, they sprawled higher, coiling tighter, dragging me deeper into their grasp. Their petals looked soft, almost beautiful—until I saw the teeth hidden beneath them, snapping dangerously close to my skin. "That woman said the fae world isn't a joke!" I growled, struggling harder. "But she failed to mention the motherfucking sea of carnivorous roses!"

I pressed my palms together and the earth cracked open behind me. From the soil, some roses erupted with a sickly red glow. Each of them was shaped like a beast with their roots forming like legs and their bark splitting into mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth. Their movements were jerky while wet sounds echoed as they stretched for the first time. The assassins’ eyes widened in horror. "What are those!?" I smiled faintly. "Magic roses. They need nourishment." I pointed toward the assassins and said to the roses. "Feed."

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

I held my breath, breaking out in sweat as his proximity made fear spread through my now shivering frame. "You see... The Black Rose is a bad crowd to stick with. They'll lead you to your death. As a friend and a man who's insanely attracted to you... I advise you to cut all ties with them." His smile remained on his face, his voice still the same low, soft lilt it had been since he started speaking. Yet... There seemed to be venom in every syllable, burning through my skin like acid, making my heart pound painfully against my chest. I was afraid. This man... there was something about him, something sinister. He was going to hurt me. He wanted to hurt me.

I heard him chuckle, the reason for me to look at him. “It is okay, Calliope. I'm a vampire and we heal faster than humans, in not a minute it will begin to fade. Don't worry too much”, he said, pulling his hand from me. It is just that I feel like it was my fault since I pulled his hand. I looked at him when he continued to pick the rose he was picking earlier. “This is for you, lady Calliope”, he said as he handed me the rose with his blood on the stem. I was surprised by that since I know how much he treasures his plants, especially the Genus Rosa.