As one of the only spirit users in her coven, Avah has been chosen to wield The Power, the ultimate weapon against the immortal vampire species witches have been at war with for centuries. But on the night of her birth rite, Avah’s coven is attacked. Forced to seek refuge among the very beings she’s sworn to kill, Avah vows revenge on those who took her former life from her.
As Avah slowly transitions into a life of blood and war, she realizes everything she’s been told is a lie.
“Intense and intriguing.” – New York Times Bestselling Author Wendy Higgins
“Danielle Rose’s Blood Rose is a book everyone absolutely must add to their… reading lists. Rose bends genres and blends elements of the best of both witch and vampire fiction to create a brilliant debut that not only provides the excitement and gripping suspense readers of paranormal romance and urban fantasy have come to expect but also touches on deeper questions like: what does it mean to be immortal? What is the nature of evil? How are our deepest prejudices formed? The book is edge-of-your-seat exciting and incredibly smart, and it will leave readers clamoring for the next installment in the series. … This book is unputdownable.” – Narrative Ink
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“Wow! …Truly blew me away! Such an amazing book and world! And so well written. Some authors are great storytellers. Some authors are great writers. Danielle Rose is both! It’s a quick, enjoyable read but there is so much detail put into it that there is nothing missing.” – Beauty and the Books
“Way to debut with a story like this! Blood Rose …takes the reader to a world full of magic… and blood.” – AndieLovesBooks
“Although this is Ms. Rose’s debut, there is no doubt that she knows her craft. She writes with a fast-paced intensity that is liberally sprinkled with beautiful poetry and sharp commentary on life and the human condition. The world she writes in is both fantastically foreign and comfortingly normal, and obviously thoroughly thought through. While the majority of the world the reader sees is full of magic and war and life-or-death choices, not to mention witches and vampires, there are fabulous intrusions of our every day world. Descriptions are detailed and precise, but never weigh down the foreword momentum of the story. Yes, this is happening in a world that we will never know, but that world just happens to be just out of reach of our own, hiding in the shadows and forest clearings and middle-of-nowhere, fringe communities. If we could only look in just the right spot, at just the right moment, we would see that it is real, has always been real, and was merely waiting for us to pay attention. Thankfully, Ms. Rose is here to lend us her vision.” – Busy, Busy Book Wyrm
I felt their presence before I saw them. The wind shifted, sending a shiver down my spine that nestled deeply in the pit of my gut. When a vampire was near, goose bumps formed, hair stood on end, and nausea was inevitable. I felt all three symptoms as I walked through the forest, my twin cousins slowly trailing behind me.
“They’re close,” I whispered.
I needed to announce their presence, even though that risked exposure. All witches could sense a vampire, but my coven was inexperienced in the craft of war. I hunted each day, willingly drawing nearer to vampires, allowing my instinctual abilities to strengthen. It only took a few months of regular patrolling to learn control of the physical side effects vampires brought with them.
I exhaled slowly, steadying my heartbeat. I knew what they were, and I knew they were out there. Somewhere.
As we reached the end of the woods, I saw them. They stood in a small clearing. I stopped so abruptly that my cousins walked into me. I raised my hand quickly, signaling for them to step backward, and they obeyed.
I grasped the handle of my katana and slowly pulled it from its sheath. The metal scraped against the leather, a noise deafening in the silence of the night. I watched them as I moved to my right and stepped behind the base of a thick pine tree.
My hair, wrapped in a tight bun, snagged on pine needles, and I bit my lip as I pulled away from the tree. Brown strands fell before my eyes. I prayed they would not hear me—even the slightest of movements would have been enough to catch their attention. I crouched beside the tree, the base wide enough to cover my body and my drawn katana.
The nearly-covered moon cast shadows over the small clearing in which the vampires stood. I silently prayed to the gods that they bless my cousins with the strength to survive this fight. Darkness was more a friend to creatures of the night. I carefully maneuvered my blade so that it would not betray my presence.
I nodded to my cousin Nina, and she called upon air. Fog thickened.
They stood in the distance—too far to touch, but too close for comfort. We were only a short walk from our sleeping quarters. They created a threat that needed to be eliminated.
There were four. Three men and a woman. The men towered over the woman, and her tiny frame was lanky in comparison to their muscular builds. Their black ensembles were strapped with blades of various lengths. Their attire was alarming. The typical vampire usually wasn’t armed and often blended into society.