Novel & Cerita War For The Roses

There weren't many at all, for I want only to be with one. War has a way of making you see things, sense things that are out of the ordinary. It is hard to think that in the middle of all of this death, pain, that a wild rose could bud, even bloom to the fullness of a flower. Peaceful and so vibrant, baffled I am that it is the same color of the blood that I have spilled. We have been trained to shed the blood of an enemy who would crush and trample this wild rose underfoot.

Finally. After hours of walking and sulking, I finally made it. I could see the pack territory gates just up ahead. I sighed contently as I approched the gates. A warrior walked up to me. He was about 6'5, covered in scars, and just overall scary as hell looking. "What is your business here?" He questioned me. I stood silent for a moment until answering.

A red rose which shines and clearly emerges into the room because the whole room is black. And everywhere in the room there are black roses and that's why this red rose looks more beautiful. I held my body and, with the force of my right arm, I sat on the floor, then I stood up and walked towards this red rose. It is so beautiful and attractive. I have never seen such a beautiful rose, a red rose with so many petals, about twenty, before. I sat beside it and saw that rose which is so attractive and isn't an ordinary rose. On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past.

“He is already sleeping. I didn't want him affected by any of this.” I frantically unwrapped the package. Inside, on a bed of blood-red silk, was a single, perfect white rose. A symbol I knew all too well. It was a message of peace, a promise of forgiveness, but in my old world, a white rose was a threat. It was a symbol of a final truce, a sign that the war was over, but only after a terrible price had been paid. Underneath the rose was a simple card. It wasn't a letter or a warning. It was a single, typed sentence: "The white rose is not for you, but for your new life. A gift for her, from me."

She wasn't referring just to Axel, but to my whole life! "Rose..." "Do you have any idea how much I suffered? Do you have any idea how much I tortured myself for not being able to connect with Axel like I thought I should? How horrible I felt when I couldn't break that wall between us? When I felt uncomfortable around him?" "This war, Rose. It destroyed so many lives. It killed so many and it was going to go on until there would have been nothing left! You and everyone one else are my children! I have to protect you all and I couldn't! Not from this! I tried to and even though you have no reason to believe that, I know I did. But I couldn't stop this war without sacrifices."

Lewana told me that Faes don't get involved in wars, but they will protect forests at all costs. Rose started shifting the earth itself, creating sinkholes and quicksand. She continued growing the moss and putting out the fire while some of the trees with Lycans in them started falling, crushing others. The last image I saw of Rose was those blood red eyes, not even flinching at the carnage. We had been fighting for nearly an hour, and most of us had severe injuries from enemy claws and had lost blood. We were running on pure adrenaline, but you could tell the other side was running on fumes.

*BOOM* Like a cannon ball splintering the mast of a large ship, Red Rose crashed into her opponent with the strength of a million mammoths. So brutal was her charge that the sky quaked and space itself feared for its continued existence. Her breath shook the world as she was engulfed in the delight of war, and her aura served as the crown that displayed her majesty. Her rival was no slouch either. His fists were as solid as hers although he was no Barbarian, and while he did rely on the strength of the earth elements to achieve this, it mattered not. That was his talent and right, just as it was Red Rose’s talent and right to apply her mind and body to battle – even if it meant doing somethi

She lashed at me. I laughed. They're making it easier. I'll have to kill them and not feel guilty about it. "Rose is twice the woman you'll ever be," Caspian snapped. "At least she fights her own battles instead of sending others to die for her." He told her. That's when everything exploded into chaos. Jane fired first out of anger, the bullet whistling past my ear as their men emerged from hiding. But they'd fallen for our trap – my people materialized from the shadows, and the room erupted into warfare.

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

“I ask you, before this court and the foxfire, to stand where you were always meant to stand. To become the face of unity between fox and wolf. A crown not only of your birthright—but of survival.” Her words struck like blows. My knees wanted to buckle, but I forced them to lock. Because I understood what she was saying. This wasn’t just about thrones. It was about war. About making me a symbol so strong even Bowman, even Nightbane’s enemies, would hesitate before raising a hand. I tightened my hold on Roses. Her tiny warmth was the only thing that kept me standing.