Clive Rosfield Novels & Stories

If it weren’t for the smell, I’d not be able to tell our fighters from the rogues. Rose is standing near the tree line. I can see Rachel towering over her from behind, her claws extended on both Rose’s neck and belly and she’s pulling Rose away in a backwards walk, trying to make her escape. As I approach, Rachel spots me and uses her claws to cut Rose’s dress away from her belly. A small trickle of blood runs down her front from the claw mark on her baby bump. Rose’s face is pale, panicked, and afraid. “Now, now, Tyson. Continue forward and I’ll have to injure your pet a little more. You don’t want that, now do you?” She sneers at me. I shift so I can communicate with her, the traitorous bi

I did not state it, but I was thankful for her presence and guidance. I was turning a page when Rosalyn’s eyes drifted to the door. Before I could ask, a shadow filled the frame. A man stepped in, silent, unannounced. Elias walked a step behind him, though he did not speak. Older, weathered, with a scar across his jaw. Wild amber eyes that didn’t belong to any civilized wolf I knew. The kind of presence that made Rosalyn’s hand subtly shift toward the drawer where she kept her phone and panic button, and Elias stood as straight as a blade being drawn.

I never imagined her idea of forever would be so short. No one came to help, so I dragged myself up the cliffside again and again in desperation. It got darker. The wound from the boulder earlier seemed infected now. The pain blurred my vision. I broke down and called Vanessa over and over, begging her to save me. No one answered. Just when I thought all hope was lost, the call finally connected. "Vanessa, please, I'm begging you to help me..." What came through the line was the sound of heavy breathing.

What surprised him was that she was holding a bloodied knife and didn't look scared at all. The next day, he heard a report that a fugitive had died in a dark alley without knowing who attacked him because there were no CCTV cameras. That's when Jack realized that Rose was no ordinary girl. She even looked different from what he saw last night. Until he found out from Leo that Rose was actually the alter ego of his cousin named Claire. The girl's past story was told everything, until finally he knew that Rose's arrival was closely related to an international fugitive named Sergio Ivanovic who was targeted by the FBI.

“She’s not interested.” The voice was smooth, but still carried the weight of a mountain behind it. It was the voice of another alpha, one with a scent far stronger than this arrogant alpha’s own. “Beat it.” he commanded. “Before your blood becomes the drink in my glass.” The first alpha didn’t argue. He clenched his jaw, threw a final hateful look at Linessa and then stormed off. The newcomer took up the chair that fell and took a seat beside her. “I apologize for that.” He said, his hazel eyes meeting hers with honest sincerity. “Some men have more ego than brain. I’m Clive.”

“Most demons have ADD2. As soon as things start to get better, they leave to start some new shit. That's why they never finish anything." He winked at me and went to the kitchen. I turned to Dave's massive back. "I will remember it. Thank you." Clive, immaculately dressed in a dark suit and white shirt, tapped the table with a long finger. "Weak as a child..." "Hm? Oh yeah." My brain blacked out as I watched him take another sip. The man took a good sip. "Em." And that British accent was doing strange things to my stomach. Clive was recklessly handsome, with dark blond hair, piercing gray eyes, a strong chin and broad shoulders. It's good that he only looked here occasionally. I will not be

Pembroke had rushed to Clive's holding cell the second he saw Stiles' body. Things would be a lot more complicated if Clive died. Pembroke knew that Clive had been Landhor's right-hand man and had enough dirt on Landhor that Landhor would go down for good if Clive were to open his mouth. With Clive and Seamus dead, and Landhor refusing to say a word, this would quickly turn into a sticky situation. The special forces would have to release them eventually if they had no proof, as they were not the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense and thus could not do whatever they wanted.

"I caught the hint of a scent and then heard a noise. I managed to turn just as a rogue was going to attack you. I intercepted him and then I caught the scent of a human. It didn't take me long to realise he was a Hunter. I managed to manoeuvre the rogue so that he was in the path of the Hunter and ended up getting the dart that was meant for you. It allowed me to kill the rogue and then chase after the Hunter. I tried to capture him alive, but he turned on me. I had no choice but to kill him, too." He then sways a little, I move over to him and slide my head under his chin, giving him some support as I say, "You don't look too good..." "When I killed the rogue after the hunter had shot him,

he said, looking at Rose. Rose smiled derisively, seeing the professor holding back his emotions. She turned to her left, where someone had been watching her all along. “Hi, Sergio. It’s nice to see you again.” The man named Sergio’s eyes widened. “You....” “I’m not Claire. Sorry to disappoint you,” Rose whispered, then raised her eyebrows briefly with a dismissive smile, causing the man to glare at her angrily while clenching both fists.