LOGINThe perpetually 17-year-old Rose Cristian has resurrected. Again. She has to. Otherwise, the evil witch Joanna would succeed in ending the world. Rose isn't worried, though, she has vanquished the enemy several times before and will do so again. Only this time, Joanna's become more powerful and it might be Rose's first loss in their 500-year-old war. That is unless Rose gains access to an ancient curse that's fatal to the witch. The catch? She has to marry the mysterious and brooding Jericho in order to activate the curse. Despite an obvious physical attraction, Rose just can't seem to like her husband and he seems to feel the same. So it's always sarcasm and fistfights whenever they're together. Add into the mix her newfound warrior team: the morose werewolf Ty and the clumsy wizard Trick. Will Rose succeed in her task this century or will she finally breathe her last?
View MoreThe pain will cut away memories of old. Those were the words revealed on the parchment paper when the chalice exploded. The letters black red and burning before their eyes, and the chalice, despite the blast, sitting there undamaged and glinting from the sunlight pouring into their windows. Rose, Jericho, and Trick sat on the table for the rest of the day, wondering what the words meant. But they came up with nothing, and before they knew it, Jericho had announced his exhaustion and pulled Rose into their bedroom with him. So, now Rose was lying on the floor where she slept the night before, still fighting the blush that crept up her cheeks at Jericho's insistence that they share the same room again. "Is it really more comfortable?" Jericho asked her softly from where he was laying on the bed."What?" Rose started. By the drained expression on his face earlier, she thought he had already fallen asleep. "The floor, Rose," Jericho said in mock impatience, "Is it more comfortable tha
It was a close call getting out of the Gandhandhi Museum. Ty got hurt but he downplayed it whilst they were getting away. It wasn't in Rose'se nature to worry, but then she didn't have any friends before. Even as she started feeling like she could have that sort of relationship with these guys, she didn't even really know what that word meant. Nor was she inclined to admit it. "He'll be alright, Rose," Trick said, sweat beading his brow as he administered healing magic to Ty's wounded backside. The werewolf grunted in pain. "I know." Rose blinked, embarrassed at Trick witnessing her worried frown. "You better hurry up. We need to figure out what we need to do with the chalice. Joanna's onto us, so the sooner we proceed with the ritual, the better." Rose cringed at her words. She just wanted to pretend that she wasn't that worried about Ty, but now she sounded like she was more concerned about the ritual than the werewolf's pain. Thankfully, Trick did not seem to notice, his whole
Rose knew about traveling. It was when a person's substance switched from one dimension to another. Father Benedict had told her about it and said that she had it within her abilities if she would care to train for it. But Rose didn't feel like she needed it. She probably should have, she now realized. It would've saved her from the immense nausea that she felt when Jericho pulled her from the museum to a beach in the middle of nowhere. She didn't even know that her husband could do something like that. But then again, she didn’t really know him, except for the fact that he somehow managed to plant butterflies in her stomach with his teasing smile. Rose wasn't too fond of her husband at the moment, though. Not at all. "Jericho? What the hell? Just because we're married doesn't mean that you can do something like that, you know." she complained, swallowing the bile that rose in her throat. “Good, so I got the right guy. It was hard figuring out which of the three boys you came wi
"My blood will be your blood, in this heap of gold." Trick read the golden ink written on the parchment, a knot forming in his brow. "Not quite a riddle, huh? Anyone has any idea what this means?" "No," Ty replied, "We were thinking we'd count on you, since, you know, you're the nerd of this group." "Hey," Trick chastised him mildly. "My blood will be your blood..." Rose repeated thoughtfully, "We need to only decide if we should approach it literally or figuratively right?" "But there is no figurative meaning to it, I don't think," Jericho said. He looked a little better than he was a while ago, but he still leaned heavily on his chair. He had also stopped holding Rose's hand, which made her feel both disappointed and relieved at the same time. "Not that we can think of, yes." Trick agreed, "And if we were to take this literally, mixing your blood would mean..." Trick didn't need to finish his sentence as all of them knew what he was about to say. A blush crept up Rose's c






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