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2024-10-29 19:42:56I’m sorry, Rozelyn. Your mother was already sick even before you’re born. Even though I’ve been your father’s mistress, I’ve been a good and caring mom to you, aren’t I?
Romaine’s apology resonates into the ears of Rozelyn as they are on their way to their secluded destination.
They were currently walking into the Fortress of the Rose, surrounded with a myriad of trees and foliage along the path. It made the place a bit darker if not for the ocherous lights of the well-arranged candles that illuminates their path.
The October Hunter’s Moon was brightly shimmering in the sky above. Rozelyn first thought that it was about to rain. Though she quickly remembers that they are god-damn supernaturally gifted vampires and werewolves. It is obviously impossible that none of the people—an Elemental—inside the fort
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There was only darkness. Rozelyn chose to shut her eyes than bear to look at the black-clothed people’s dismayed faces. This was worse than dying. Rozelyn reprimanded herself for failing the expectations of her stepmom and the only man her heart chose to beat for. Open your eyes, Rozelyn. A masculine voice beseeched her. She was debating if her mind was just making up things or she had gone into absolute madness. Open your eyes and witness your powers’ miracles. It was the voice of Cyrill Clarke. Rozelyn’s heart beats faster and heavier. She cannot bear to be ashamed again—not for the second time around. I know I’ve been a bitch all my life…but please don’t let me be the reason for this family’s downfall. I’ve been gradually transitioning to a much more independent woman. I know I’ve been self-centered because I’m always afraid to be shamed. I’m self-centered because I want people
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Avril Arke’s whole body was definitely aching. “Anaztasia and I never knew that the Death Summoners are more powerful than we thought.” He then holds his chest as the elemental werewolf Vesta continues to heal his deep wounds. “Death Summoners?” Avril then candidly looked at Rozelyn’s emerald eyes before replying, “Death Summoners are the spawns of the vicious entity that only goes by the name of the Blood Mistress. We never knew her real name. We even doubt that the Blood Mistress is only one person, to be honest.” The Blood Mistress. Rozelyn remembered that name being mentioned by her father’s words in his journal.
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The sun’s blinding rays are the only thing that awoke Rozelyn.She’s quite upset because neither Romaine nor Cyrill have woken her up in this English-style manor.She grasped the hems of the bloody red curtains and swiftly split it open while still in her lavender silk nightgown.Rozelyn peered outside as her chamber was facing the rear part of this wide and a hundred-hectare private state.‘The coven and the pack are indeed super wealthy, considering the minimum price tag of this place is no less than a million euros.’She murmured softly. So soft that perhaps even the robin by the oak tree in front of her window cannot even hear what she mumbled.She was
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If only the waffles on her oval plate could whimper, it has long gone whining for her fork’s delicate touch.Rozelyn can no longer manage to eat properly.How could she when Cyrill kept on staring at her?Or is he peering at her pristine rounded breasts?Well, this was her plan anyway—to encaged Cyrill’s gaze within her figure only.But now, she seems uncomfortable and agonizing.‘For hell’s sake, what the hell is going on with me!’Rozelyn’s internal screaming was bouncing at the walls of her mind.Since the moment she opened her eyes this morning, her entire self was already surging with frenziness and venereal madness.Hemera has already told her at the lavish gazebo that this party is for camaraderie and reunion.Frankly, Rozelyn was somehow debating if Hemera’s context of reunion was the common definition, or was the wine-red-haired vampire referring to the carn
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Rozelyn slept on their golden couch without actually closing her eyes.A maelstrom of rage and enigma has been whirling inside her.‘Is this some sort of insult from a long-time family rival or an unexpected coincidence?’She mused at that notion. Ludwig has long been ‘not on good terms’ with the Zadzisai family even before her father has departed in the afterlife.She’s gradually piecing the slivers of reason on why that god-damn sheriff would accuse her Cyrill for a murder and homicide.“They took my Cyrill!”She squealed while sobbing. Her tears repeatedly sliding down from her face.Francisco seems to pity her; the orange feline’s eyes are full of worry and comfort. The cat hoisted his right paw and caressed Rozelyn’s raven hair.She smiled at their family pet.
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Ludwig’s face was illuminated by the tangerine light of the fluorescent bulb above his head.His private chamber was wholly shut that perhaps even the tiny ants will have a hard time entering his hideous lair.He was growing impatient to the repetitive wailing of this woman.Ludwig took one taste of his cigarette, making the tendrils of smoke flood the crisp evening air, before he spoke.“Are you still gonna continue whining here like a child or are you going to do what I told you to do?”
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This book is my debut novel [ shrieks in incredulity @_@ ]. I can’t even believe that I have finished it. I originally tended this book to be a stand-alone. But, I become indulged on the own world that I created that I decided to expand it >_< . I know that an urban dark fantasy with a touch of steamy romance is not that popular for online novels. But I still finished it anyway; despite my initial belief that I can’t get pass through 50k words. And here I am, finishing a book with a whopping 70 chapters and more than a hundred thousand words! The sequel and final installment of The Blood Rose saga entitled, “Queen of Vampires and Werewolves”, will be coming this April—or May. Anyway
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Anger was still prevalent in Rhella’s heart. “How could he exchange me for that bitch?!” Her voice resonated in her little room, inside Maebh’s estate. “I didn’t.” A deep, familiar voice from behind her. Rhella remembered that she forgot to lock her door. “Who are you? What do you want?” Her voice radiates fear even when she tries to hide it. Especially in her current state that she cannot even summon an ember as magic had completely left her body, thanks to Leonardo Richards. ‘What if this is one of Maebh’s minions trying to kill me as I am now powerless?’ she thought.&nb
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“Rozelyn…” He muttered her name as if it was a sacred word, a prayer. “Roz…” “You really think that—never mind!” She jerked her head back to Thalia’s house and saw Rosette and Aruba waving at her, the latter was holding an umbrella. “Hush you two! You’re both already soaked in the rain!” “We’re fine, Aruba,” Rozelyn simply said then walked towards the house, without any umbrella. “Love quarrel, eh?” Aruba teasingly utter. Cyrill just glared at her, then glanced back at Rozelyn. The latter was given a towel
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“It was a pity for a person…” Rozelyn spoke, eyes fixed on the blazing body of Grainne Perkins, “…to die, while knowing that you did everything to live—including the fact that you exchange your freedom for immortality granted by the Blood Rose only to be murdered by a psychotic witch that, heaven knows, how the hell she did that.” Cyrill patted her back, “The Heathens are hiding something, a secret weapon I suppose.” “Grainne was a cancer patient, and had lived for a decade more thanks to the blood rose.” She wiped her face, and then fixed her hair. “Just like Rosette,” said Cyrill. “Yes. Just like Rosette Richards…” “You have done everything you cou
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Cyrill’s heart was still beating fast even though he had already arrived at Vesta’s doorstep. When she called him on the phone, he sensed something was utterly wrong, something eerie; something that is going to happen unexpectedly. And Cyrill supposed it wasn’t a good one. “Vesta?” Cyrill then knocks three times, the perfect number when knocking. Not two or one, but three knocks. According to superstitions, when someone knocks once, it is doubtful if he or she is really a someone—a living person. When one knocks twice, it is said to be inviting a malevolent, unpleasant spirit within the house or building. Despite him being a Pasiphae werewolf, he still upholds and believes in superstitions. After all, there’s nothing wrong
