War For The Roses Novels & Stories

said Rose. “I know! Why is this wedding that was fixed on a whim so grand?” asked Seth. “I… I don’t know!” replied Rose, stunned. Red was her favourite colour. Her father had made sure that she always had rose plants in the garden. They both loved tending to roses together. When Lucas fell ill, Ursa and Vanessa made sure they uprooted every rose plant. Vanessa hated roses because they made her jealous. Rose was the Woolridge princess, and she was not. So, why was the whole hall decorated with every variety of rose there was?

Not again. The lead horse broke fully into view, a mighty black steed draped in golden armor, its mane braided with crimson thread. It moved like a shadow with fire beneath its hooves and atop it sat a woman they had not expected to see so soon. Queen Rose. She looked like a goddess of war. Golden armor gleaming against her pale skin, every plate engraved with curling designs of thorned roses. Her wild red curls whipped in the wind and a crimson cape fluttered behind her like blood-streaked fire.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

"We built the Black Rose from nothing. Took back my family's territory piece by piece. Made sure everyone who'd had a hand in what happened to my sisters paid for it." "Revenge." "Justice," he corrected. "There's a difference." "Is there?" Lorenzo shifted so he could look at me properly. "Revenge is hot. Emotional. Quick. Justice is cold and calculated and takes years to properly execute. We didn't just kill the men responsible—we destroyed everything they'd built first. Made them watch as we took it all apart."

"Rose, you're surrounded by the most powerful Alpha in the region and the most dangerous vampire lord in North America. These wolves—whoever they are—they're outmatched. Completely outmatched. They just don't know it yet." "I hope you're right." "I am right. And in forty-eight hours—we'll prove it." I hoped I sounded more confident than I felt. Because war had been declared. Against Rose. Against Uncle Cas. Against everything we'd built. And the next forty-eight hours would determine everything. **TO BE CONTINUED...** ---

“Tell me, Alyssa… are you seducing me—” his finger brushed the stem of the black rose, “—or killing me?” Alyssa leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear. “Why not both?” The rose fell between them, petals soft—thorns sharp. And the war officially began.

I was with him always when he had made plans or deals with other kingdoms or just choosing the right decision for himself--I was always with him guiding him and he himself guiding me. I know that my existence had succeeded over twenty years--an age every woman gets married and already has children at but that does not mean I have no opinions and feelings enough to get wed without my input. I cannot reject this proposal since Azaleth may start a war with us. They have highly trained knights and many weapons, a lot of which we do not even know about. If we ever have a war with them, we would lose. We have already lost so many knights and warriors in the Great war of Dajoah and Caldorus.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

She wanted to believe it was innocence. She wanted to believe the war was over. But Rosa’s words echoed like poison in her mind— “I am here to destroy your peace.” And as Daphne watched the two of them beneath the morning sun, she knew that Rosa had only just begun.

Rosa::: "What do you suggest I do now though ,considering ,you're in the best position and have a deep understanding about everyone involved" . "If she sent the zombies after us ,it therefore means she definitely wasn't joking around with her treats and that means she wants a war ,and that's not a good thing for either one of us right now ". " I couldn't care lesser about this if wants war ,then we'll give her one,I don't care what the consequences would be, I'm not gonna let anyone steal anything from me ,talk more of a witch trying to steal my mate, its never going to happened ".