War For The Roses Novels & Stories

One of the Warriors rushed toward Rose, wielding his machete. Rose thrust her blade forward so fast that she seemed to move in a blur. There was a squelching sound, and a bloody hole appeared in the Warrior's chest. Rose kicked him away, and his corpse went flying backward like a broken kite. At the sight of their companions being killed in succession, the remaining two Warriors gripped their machetes tightly and let out a loud roar as they rushed wildly at Rose. Rose's toes pressed lightly on the floor as she leaped into the air. There were two flashes of light in the pitch-dark room, and the two Warriors stood dazedly without moving.

Chapter 5: Madame Gruage was more than Rose thought she admitted. She was teaching Rose about politics and war, credits and debits, balancing a bank book, and how to effectively carry a small hidden knife and use it when necessary. Rose was also learning how to be confident and carry herself as thus, how to command a room and keep that command, as well as how to freeze her face so as not to show her emotions unless she chose to.

He plucked it carelessly, twirling it between his fingers as he waited. If not for the dark-clad soldiers standing at his back, I might have mistaken him for the Charles I once knew—the masked Rose Knight who had saved me from vampires, or the man who had laid out roses by the sea for his proposal. Seeing me, Charles rose, dropping the rose to the ground without a glance, crushing it under his boot as he stepped forward. That rose, now flattened beneath his heel, seemed to reflect what little hope remained between us. "So, what brings you here?" I asked first, voice as cold as I could manage. "Is a formal declaration of war not enough? Or are you here to issue it yourself?"

"The same way Elena's teaching me to do it." "The real battle starts now, Rosa. But for the first time in decades, I believe we might actually win." Through the window, they could hear Margaret's furious shouts as the forest fought against her. "She's using Marcus against us," Rosa said, her jaw clenching with protective fury. Abel checked his weapons. "Then we end this tonight." He said with full determination. Rosa looked at her daughter's golden eyes. "Ready," Rosa replied aloud. The war for her family's soul was about to begin.

"My car is outside. We leave now, or we die in this club." Sloane looked at the door, then back at the man who was supposed to be her target. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a single, preserved black rose. She dropped it on the chest of the man she had just killed. "The job is done," she whispered, her eyes locking onto Julian’s. "But the war is just beginning." He didn't wait. He grabbed her hand, their fingers interlocking—forged in the heat of the hunt—and pulled her into the rainy night.

They all went back to their hotel rooms, and they all fall fast asleep. The following day, Belle Rose manages to buy some flowers as she wants to lay them at the war memorial that she was going to visit, and she has one good reason to. Belle Rose knew, and she found out that she had family members in her huge family that served in the war. But they didn't make it back home, and she knew that they were buried at the war memorial. They went to a Roman air bath museum and a war memorial. Everyone watches as Belle Rose lay some flowers, and they knew that she is paying her respects to her family members who served in the wars as well as didn't make return home to their love ones.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

She beamed and said, “yes, I have talked to dad and he wants us to get married in the span of one month at most.” Rudra nodded and muttered, “fine, now please leave me alone. And for God’s sake, you are chief doctor and do some work.” Kiara moved out of the cabin and her minions instantly joined her tailing behind her. Rudra heaved a deep breath to control his anger that want to escape... he slumped in his chair and held his head in his hands. His gaze fell on the two frames on his table. One of his family with his three lovely angels and his father. His mother; Gayatri, his sister; Sanjana, and his grandmother. His lips curved into a small smile seeing them all smiling. But them his gaze fe

"Hands. Off." Reed laughed, cold and bright. "Oh, Grim. You never learn." Dark energy thrummed through Rose’s veins like a caged storm, whispering, urging, promising vengeance. The power was intoxicating—too much, too wild—but she needed it. Reed stood before her, smirking. He knew. He saw the war inside her. "You’re fighting a losing battle, Rose," he taunted. "I can see it in your eyes. You want to give in."

He let out an eerie hum that felt more like deep throated growl and right before my eyes, the entire background behind him got a shade darker and his blonde pupils lit up like a chandelier. This cursed beast was not backing down! No way was I going to bow out, not out of this. A nasty smile crossed my face. The door swung open and Rosa stepped in, “Enough!” Both of us turned to glare at her. This was the fiercest I had ever seen Rosa, she stood her ground before the two of us, looking unfazed, “Unless either of you are ready for a war that no one wants, I suggest you cut this out!” she yelled.