Wild Rose Barding Novels & Stories

Generating blissful heat and drowning him in the scent of wildflowers. I want more. Already thinking of her nipping bites on his chest and shoulder had his body responding in ways that had him shifting next to the window. Ripping his mind away from the erotic images, he refocused on what he saw outside. Unwilling to think about the effects of the decision he currently made. Somehow spring already crept to warm Meadow Mountain, surrounding WaterRose. Turning grass and the rocky ridge jutting over the slope down to Phalanx Forest, green. Behind the castle was another steep incline that’d open onto the path through Warwood toward Nightway Castle.

All this because a child supposedly spilled the Alpha’s coffee. They walked on for bout fifteen minutes before they saw it. It was still a bit farther but there was no mistaking it.It looked every bit like its name, TROUBLED. The surroundings were demarcated with a bamboo stick fence. The bamboo fence looked old and was now surrounded by different plants and shrub. The fence was practically covered up by strong looking vines. The vines intertwined with the fence in an intricate and unusual manner, like they had a mind of their own. At the end of every of the vines their was a black rose that dripped red liquid.

She was very, very tired of deals. She reached into her satchel. The small cloth bundle inside was heavier than it looked. When she unwrapped it, a sapling’s narrow root ball came into view, bound in damp soil and burlap. The leaves were a dark, glossy green, veins faintly silvered. “What is that?” Kael asked. “Rowan,” Rin said. “Old temple ward‑tree. The acolytes use their berries in half their protective charms. I stole a cutting from the cloister wall.”

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

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?

"I know Saffron has been hard at work on your gown, but I was hoping to change your mind." What came unfurling out of the bag when Wesley unzipped it took Esper's breath away. It was a gorgeous white and blue Victorian gown with a rose motif. The white bodice and overskirt had embroidered blue roses and white and blue fabric formed in the shape of roses sewn along the dress, and the underskirt was the same shade of blue as the roses on the main portion. "This is absolutely beautiful. Where did you find this?" Esper asked as she carefully inspected the dress.

It is the wrong season,’ I replied. The moment I stepped through the entrance, I saw the rose bushes. They were full and open despite the cold. How was that possible? ‘There is something on them,’ my wolf added. ‘A fertilizer, or a potion maybe. Something was used to bring them out early.’ I looked at them for a moment longer before continuing down the path. At the far end of the garden stood the central greenhouse. The glass was fogged slightly from the warmth inside. I pushed the door open and stepped in.

**Chapter 40: The Count Down One week. The castle had become a living heartbeat of preparation. Banners of crimson and midnight blue hung from every tower. The rose garden—once wild and thorny—was being carefully tamed into something worthy of a royal wedding: black roses intertwined with silver vines, paths lined with glowing moonstones, a central arch woven from living obsidian and blood-red roses that would bloom only under the blood moon.

The waterfall roared louder than usual, but a rancid smell overpowered the usual scent of roses. Rogues were waiting for her, not Xavier. One of them was the unkempt man from the market. Rose readied herself, then she felt him. Xavier, running flat out, drawn by the bond. He burst into the clearing, eyes blazing. “Rose, run!” “No, we fight together.” Then the wild roses moved like a living thing. They had always grown thick here, but tonight they came alive. Vines wrapped her ankles, thorns gentle against her skin, petals brushing her face.

"If she reaches the service road on the other side, Lawrence will have a extraction team waiting. We have a five-minute window before she gets off Rinaldi land." The woods were dense, the morning sun casting long, jagged shadows through the thick canopy of trees. We ditched the vehicles at the edge of the tree line where three of my tracking dogs were straining against their leashes, baying loudly at a blood trail on the brush. The phantom had cut herself on the barbed wire when she breached the perimeter. "Move!" I commanded.