Rosalee Grimm Novels & Stories

JUPITER POV Keeping tabs on Grisha was as fun as it got. I still couldn’t believe that the little naïve girl with big-ass framed reading glasses was the golden phoenix who was going to bring us salvation and save the world from the hands of Anuka. It was still a very foreign concept even though I wanted to make deal with it. From the scrolls, Grisha would be strong, domineering, unstoppable. And the little girl who was not only 18 but also man-blood was really far from what was written in the scrolls! Well, except for her insanely dominating aura even though she was just meek, and pretty much killable!

The only things that remained were shredded pelts, blood, and the broken bones of the victims. After about two dozen or so wolves were brutally slaughtered and their souls dissipated into the night sky, the air pressure seemed to change as a pair of eyes the color of blood appeared between two trees. There he was, Kroll. Not even shifted. Leisurely traipsing through the trees like he owned the place. ***Are you okay?*** I quickly mind linked Rose as Zeus growled furiously at the demon. ***Just peachy.*** Rose responded. She was breathing heavily, and her voice seemed strained. I needed to get to her.

it spoke. The old woman looked down with her sagging eyes and gave out a wicked smile that made the air around them seem colder than it was before. She held her crooked fingers and laid them on the glowing crystal as her eyeballs start to judder and turn to black, like swirling voids of darkness nestling in her face. A scene was shown before her and only she was able to see it. It was so fascinating for her that it made her smile grew wider, filled with malice. "I see we have another magician in the Pavilion, Olivia."

She says and I sob, biting my lip. “Tell me who I am,” I say as I turn to look at Odessa and she looks at me with tears in her eyes. “You are the great-great-great granddaughter of the elder to the fae. The elder was a priestess. She was mated to a wolf. The priestess was called Rosalie. She was the greatest of the fae. She was the protector of not just them, but every living creature in the universe. A priestess is only born in times of great need. But the life of a priestess is never simple. It is said Rosalie suffered greatly until she found her mate.” I listen intently to the story even though at this point I don’t know what to believe.

He likes dressing for comfort, but the times he does dress up nice are the times when it's right to squeal. Primrose Nero: Golden blond hair that goes down to mid-waist, blue eyes. She likes to poke at people and seems to always be after those she is talking to, pointing out their flaws or things she has heard. She likes to keep her siblings close and she's rather proud, but she does have a sweet side for people other than her siblings during certain occasions. After you get past her wall, she normally can be very loving and helpful. She doesn't wish ill on others, and she doesn't hate the Rosario family. She can be competitive however. When it comes to fledglings, she did lose one (he was m

They might even be the ones moving one tenth of profits in all of South Light. For a family this powerful with terrifyingly big influence, why would they even care about a family that had little to no influence in the world like the Zimmers? At that moment, Rosalie had gone back to her room to change into her fancy gown for a special purpose. The cutting on her gown had perfectly shown her exquisite figure, a pleasant smell seeping out like cold pine, reminiscent of the quality of her personality. Harvey took a quick glance at the beautiful and attractive woman, Rosalie. He coughed up a breath of air and then looked at Shane.

Everyone else then shifts, the sound of their bones shifting fills the air. "Let's go" I commanded them, everyone growled in unison. Arlo standing up and taking off running. Everyone is following us. **** Rosaline's POV: Everything is bright. Am I dead? I look around, I'm sitting on the ground. "My dear child, no, you're not dead. I brought you here into my realm." says an unknown voice. "What? Who are you? Realm?" I say looking around seeing a shadow coming out of the light. A beautiful woman with silverish hair like mine with a crown with Crescent Moons on it, appears in front of me.

(Squad Leader Agent Rosee @ 01) Squad leader Agent Rosee, didn’t even be able to feel any discomfort, because in the room there is not even a semblance of dead bodies at all, instead in the middle of the room, a pile of blood red meat were piled up. Every living things in the room were shredded to death. After throwing a torn fire magic scrolls at the pile, Agent Rosee went back to do her work on looting everything, and then went ahead and staging the entire assault into a scenario of internal conflict.

We all held hands, a silent promise of support amidst the coming transformation. As the wind grew stronger, a collective gasp ripped through the group. Bones began to crackle, a sound both terrifying and strangely beautiful. The girl beside me let out a guttural roar, her body contorting as fur sprouted across her skin. In seconds, a magnificent silver wolf stood in her place, its eyes glowing a fierce amber.