Vampire Roses Novels & Stories

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

The hall was silent, except for Roses’ soft whimpers. Nightbane’s gaze never left me. His wolf—weak, dyin, still managed to claw through his eyes, burning red like a wound that refused to heal. “Fel,” he breathed. Just one word, but it shattered the walls I’d built. I staggered to my feet, clutching Roses. “What are you doing here?” My voice was raw, breaking. I handed Roses to my mother and clutched my chest, “You’re not supposed to—”

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

Ryan moves forward and growls at him while pushing me behind him. Once Rose moves closer she picks up a chair to use as a weapon. When she swings Ryan shoves me behind him more. Our father goes down from the impact but pops back up quickly. He hissed and flashes fangs at Rose. Shock makes us all freeze. He is a vampire. How the fuck those are real too.

So she needs to think of another way how she can get rid of that woman. Roda was about to follow her cousin and Tom when the casket's cover suddenly opened. Her eyes widen when she saw a vampire rising from inside the casket. Who would think that what her cousin leaned on earlier was a casket and worst a vampire is lying inside? Although the vampire is very good-looking because being handsome or beautiful is one of their characteristics he is still a vampire who mercilessly kills and drinks human blood to fulfill their thirst. Roda's body began trembling in fear. She wants to run but it seems her feet was glued to the floor. All she could do is to stare at the vampire who slowly opened his e

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

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.

He had jumped from one question to another, giving her no clear answer. “What are they?” She gulped, thinking he won’t reply but unexpectedly he easily answered. “How do I describe it easier for you to understand,” he hummed to himself, whispering underneath his breaths. “They are humans, a little bit. But cursed. Like how these werewolves are,, they are gifted but also cursed. I call them vampires, as they suck blood out of their victims.” Rose’s eyes glided as she stared at on of the creature that appeared as if it had came from hell with its pointy ears, red bulging eyes, and big figures.