White Rose Dreamlight Valley Novels & Stories

Drawing her under. Once she was beneath, the surface stilled as if it'd never consumed her. Even the flowers trimming it stood fast, despite the breeze stirring them further into the woods. Eerily motionless here, if one didn't know what magic cradled this land. But he did. He knew what emanated magic all over the valley and into this brushing of trees. WaterRose. He glanced in the distance and saw the watery river walls of the Forever Knight stronghold. Light teased over the grassy meadow between the trees and the structure. Home.

I said pouting at him Then I remembered I had to ask him about those magic roses "hey, Blondy by-the-way from where did you get those magic roses? " I asked curiously "What are you talking about? There are no magic roses " he said with a confused expression "oh common you can tell me I already saw them, " I said smirking why is he hiding it from me "really life there are no magic roses," he said with a serious expression. "Okay, enough is enough Blondy those black-blue roses bloom when you touch them are you telling me I am dreaming about it? " I snapped like common why is he hiding that I know they are freaking werewolves I can handle bloom-on-touch roses! Huh seriously!

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.

His crimson eyes shone like jewels in the moonlight. "Are you ready?" he asked, offering his hand. His voice was as gentle as the spring wind. "I'm ready." I placed my hand in his. His skin was cool, but his touch filled me with a deep, warm sense of safety. Evan led me to the altar. Moonlight streamed down from a circular opening in the ceiling, bathing us in a holy glow. He carefully took out the Glacier Rose. Under the moonlight, the flower radiated a dreamlike blue light, each petal carved from the purest crystal.

Swiftly, I step out and see him pointing at something at the very edge of the village. Then I see it. I see flowers in bloom, flowers so beautiful that seem to go on for miles. Flowers that look exactly like the ones in my dream. “Ryder…” He knows what I want to say. I had told him of my dream on our journey here. Together, we wade through the field of blossoms, inhaling the faint fragrance of the flowers and our amazement continuing to grow every second. I open my palm and let my fingers brush against the pretty petals, feeling the softness of the flowers. But we do not see the pond.

‘There are such places’ ivory wondered, she looked at the second mission and had the urge to laugh now she knew why literarily no one picked the two mission. The second mission was about bringing a rare running plant named blohy, it was a weird name, catching blohy was next to impossible for phase one-three to catch them. A phase four could but it would expend his energy and they were basically no use to them so phase four and above never caught them. ‘What if I fail the mission or if I bring herbs from there’ ivory asked. ‘No problem then, it’s just that you’ll be charged for using the portal’ the guy answered.

I took the first drag and blew the smoke towards her face. That seemed to do the trick, her eyes snapped open. Revealing the puffiness and redness it had hidden. "ah, I see. You want a smoke right? " I lifted the cigarette to her face. Her sullen gaze metamorphosed into a glare. I chuckled softly and took another drag of the cigarette and dispelled the smoke in her face again. Her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, when she finally glared back at me again, there was moisture shining under her lower lids. I was sure the moisture wasn't because she was crying.

The winter roses were in full bloom, their petals glowing silver under the moon, frost edging their thorns like delicate lace. Liera gasped as they stepped into the clearing. “Wow… I had only heard of them. Never seen them.” The frozen roses stretched before them, their blooms perfect and ethereal, silver frost sparkling on every petal. The garden was a hidden jewel of Ravencrest, a place few were allowed to enter. Ryke had come here often when the weight of his duties grew too heavy. Now, he watched Liera as she stepped closer, her green eyes wide with wonder, fingers reaching out to touch a bloom without disturbing the frost.

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the roses. "I'm peaceful," she replied. "There's a difference." The dream came that night. Victoria dreamed of Margaret. They were in the garden, sitting on the bench beneath the willow tree. The roses were in bloom, pink and white and scarlet, their colors more vivid than she had ever seen them. The sun was warm on their faces, and the air smelled of lavender and earth. "You're ready," Margaret said. Her voice was soft, musical, full of love. "Ready for what?"

Enough to fill the space with color and scent, the deep red catching against the dim light of the bar. They moved straight to the counter. “Delivery for Rose Rainer,” the first one said. “Can you sign?” Rose stared at them for half a second. “Yeah. That’s me.” She signed. “Where do you want them?” She glanced at the growing mass of roses, then gave a small shake of her head. “Anywhere they fit.” A card was placed in her hand. She opened it. Wild Rose. See you tonight. K. Vivian let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp.