Rosalie Hale Twilight Novels & Stories

Hannah stated. Carlo was Hannah’s boyfriend, and they lived together like a couple. Twilight couldn't go back to her old apartment—she knew he would find her. A knock interrupted their conversation. Hannah rose from the bed and went to open the door while Twilight shifted her focus back to her studies. “I need to see Twilight.” Twilight froze at the familiar deep voice. Oh God. “Twilight?” Hannah flashed her a teasing smile. “A handsome man is here looking for you.” Twilight bit her lip, taking a deep breath before standing and approaching the door.

My phone lit up with a video call from Rosie at two in the morning. I turned on the screen recording function before answering. The screen immediately filled with bare, flushed skin and Rosie’s breathless moans. What they were doing did not need explaining. Tyler’s teasing voice rang out. “Rosie, isn’t this exciting? Your future husband’s right next door. If you scream louder, he might hear everything.” “You little devil! Be gentler! So what if he hears? He loves me so much. He won’t say a word even if he finds out.”

Twilight cast a violet glow through the harem’s high windows as Scarlett and the Omegas were ushered into a steamy bathing chamber deep within the harem, its air thick with steam and the heady scent of roses. Wooden tubs, carved with wolf motifs and spaced generously apart, stood filled with warm water, their surfaces dotted with crimson rose petals that floated like blood on snow, like a small oasis of luxury that felt like a mockery of their servitude.

A Different Kind of Darkness After leaving Court, Rose becomes a different kind of Darkness. With the help of a few new friends and a few old ones, Rose wreaks havoc on Strigoi, but will all that Darkness comes the light only he can bring. In the Eyes of Roza If green is good and gold is bad, why does she have both? Dimitri's move to America is accompanied with mysterious happenings. Can he get to his Roza before she turns gold? The fate of his life lies in the eyes of Roza. ~Victoria

She approached me with her charming smile. "Hi!" She held out her hand to shake. "I am Halia Wraithborn, the twin sister of Hades Wraithborn. Nice to meet you, my savior!" My face crimsoned as she called me savior twice. I shook hands with her. "The pleasure's mine, Lady Halia. I am Elysia Celeriac, the commander of the Moonlit Silver Wolf Army!"

Her heart was a shattered mess, raw with the unbearable grief of Dominic’s betrayal, but as she looked down at her lap, her hands instinctively drifted to her flat stomach. I have to be strong, she thought, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. I am not just fighting for myself anymore. She glanced at the small wooden nightstand. Resting beside a pitcher of water was the glass vial containing Morana’s silver potion. Rosalie checked the position of the morning sun; it was time. Exactly twenty-four hours since her last dose. With trembling fingers, she uncorked the vial. The liquid swirled with that strange, icy magic, smelling sharply of crushed mint and iron. Rosalie brought the glass to her l

He wouldn’t rest until he found a way to end Harvey’s life. Today was his lucky day. He was able to ruin Harvey’s life, as well as get acquainted with Rosalie Naiswell of the provincial capital. He might even be able to break free from that old woman who drove him into swallowing pills every night, and perhaps be kept by this gorgeous young woman instead. This firmly in mind, Wyatt intensified his efforts to please Rosalie. Without a second thought, Wyatt braved a step forward and glared coldly at Dawson.

Halie vomited a clot of blood, and Roxie laughed, her eyes suddenly blazing a dark shade of blue that replaced her brown orbs. “Roxanne, that’s enough!” Kaizen ordered, but those words were deaf to Roxie’s ears. Her opponent's frightened screams were like music in her ears. She could taste the scent of fear in the air, but it wasn’t enough to slow her down. The power that coursed through her was evil, like a dark, exhilarating force that demanded she take everything and destroy everything. Halie underneath her had turned pale. Everyone watched in horror. “That’s enough!” She heard Kaizen’s voice before she was tackled, and her limbs were pinned to the ground.

The maid nodded in response and fell a step back out of respect. Rosalie didn't bother to glance at her reflection as she rose to her feet. It didn't look like she was going to her own marking ceremony but to some ordinary event. The palace was decorated beautifully. Each and every corridor announced the union of Avalona and Attiha. She was taken to the hall by Hendrix himself who did a poor job of hiding the frown between his brows. Clearly, he still did not approve of her decision. Her feet begged her to retreat when they reached the entrance of the hall. Her wolf had served all contacts with Rosalie. The door drew open and tears stung the back of her eye. She dropped her gaze and struggle

"Is it true that we won't survive if the werewolves succeed? What if we don't have something to save our vampire land? Will they destroy our kind?" Rosaline was a young woman and the only surviving witch who had entered the Dark Shadow Coven after the War of Dark. Her long white hair was tied back into braids so fine they looked like strands of silk floating through the air. Her eyes glittered like polished emeralds as she stared at Ace Denzell. She sat on an intricately carved stone bench and waited for him to answer her question. "A third body has just been found in Nagosia forest," she said.