Clive Rosfield Novels & Stories

I began telling them. When it was Valerian's turn, everyone turned at him. "And this is about the Rogue Alpha who still loves the Lady Alpha Slayer and prepares to go ups and downs so he can save her..." He kissed the back of my hand with a big smile plastering on his lips while looking at me lovingly. "And he is not the one who reverses the time, but the Lady Alpha Slayer did." My stomach somersaulted, letting our feelings be in sync, looking at each other intensely, knowing our story would become a tale.

Crozier and for those who are not familiar with the Reivers and their history, Crozier is most definitely a Reiver name. He stopped and took a breath and murmurs spread around the room as everyone quietly discussed the theory with their aides and PAs. Sarah had felt Pete’s body tense up next to her, she stole a glance at him and saw with concern that he look pale and clammy. She was just going to ask him if he was ok but she was interrupted by someone else speaking. Paul Robbins from the Joint Intelligence Committee stood up and spoke as the room quietened once again.

"Rosette, you are who you are and who you want to be. Don't let anyone aside from you tell you who you are and make you doubt yourself. Be strong in your perception about yourself, Rosette. Always." I swallowed, tears clogging my throat. Was it possible to love him anymore than I already did? "I love you, Felix." "I love you too, Rosie. Now is that idiot by any chance a curly haired blond?" My mouth dropped open, how on earth did he know? "How...?" "Seems like he's the one. It's Jason Clove, he was an absolute jerk when he was still here, was your senior,and he liked you. Had a crush on you and...

That’s right, you ugly divine cockroach. Come here. Aria grabs my wrist, panicked. “Clara, no ” I snap the grip with a surge of lightning. “It wants the strongest signal, Aria. Ares is the anchor. you are the core. I’m the storm.” “A storm isn’t stronger than a core,” Aria gasps. “It is,” I say, stepping forward, “if I make it wild enough.” The fragment screeches and dives toward me. Ares roars, golden light bursting from him in frantic, broken arcs. “Clara stop “

, he had no more debts to repay. If there were ever a life beyond this one, he hoped, that he would never cross paths with these people. He stayed like that for a while, his vitality slowly getting drained away and soon, he'd be left lifeless. [Host has successfully activated the: WITHERED ROSE, system.] [Host's vitality is decreasing at an alarming rate. Initiating immediate resuscitation!!] What was that?. Who's there?! Alan paused, listening to the automated feminine voice as it spoke through his consciousness. He was certain that he was at the depths of the sea at this point,it was currently impossible for someone else to be around him. He relaxed - Probably he was just hearing things.

It’s overwhelming for a second, but then I hear someone yelling my name. Or well, yelling my title. “Gamma Kael! Look who finally crawled out of Moonshard!” Cliff Ron, the owner of this place, squeezes past a group of drunk mercenaries. He’s tall, scar across his cheek, hair tied back like he’s in the middle of a fight he hasn’t finished. He grins at me before pulling me into a rough hug, the kind that almost knocks the air out of me. I grunt because the hug brushes the injured side of my body, and even though I try not to show it, the pain shoots so sharply I have to hold myself steady. Cliff doesn’t notice. Or maybe he pretends not to. Hard to tell with him.

I nearly allowed my beast to control my actions and to force me to kill them. Nathan lunged at me again, breaking my train of thoughts. I dropped him to the ground and shoved my hand inside his chest, pulling his heart out, making his eyes widen in surprise as he fell limp in my arms. No speeches. No mercy. The remaining rogues faltered without him. Some fled. Some didn’t make it far. When the dust settled, the ridge was quiet except for heavy breathing and Vladimir’s strained groan. The rogue man stood a few feet from me now, chest rising and falling steadily.

"Your father was Stuart Bent Snr. He died in the bomb blast that killed dozens of Blood Crest Pack members. You are the first child of two and the only surviving one. You enjoy watching wrestling matches even though you hate the real deal. For a snack, your go-to is dark chocolate. Might I add more?" "It's really you, Alpha Seven!" Stuart screeched. I nodded. "The real one. Not the same as the impostor, got it?" Stuart shook his head slowly. "Are you really saying that a clone has been ruling over us for five years? How is that even possible?"

Ashton asks. “Yeah,” Galvin replied. “I guess you didn’t know. Clive is dead. He died 2 weeks ago after retiring in Canada. He… He got in a car crash…” Hearing that news made him feel that the floor dropped under him. “If only I caught Xander’s deception immediately I could have gotten a hold of Clive before he died.” He said to himself as he blamed himself for not being smart enough. His last possible lead just turned out to be another dead end.

“I fought my body. It sounds crazy but that’s exactly what I did. My body wanted to obey his command so I had to force it to listen to me instead. My attacker was surprised by this and when I told him to leave me alone, he listened.” Now that I hear myself say the whole story out loud it sounds more than crazy. I sound like I should be checked into a mental hospital. “Rose…” I look at Paul when he trails off. The words appear stuck in his throat for a second but then he looks me in the eye and says, “That man was a vampire.”