Rosalind Knight Novels & Stories

The priestess should get prepared because she is going to have a taste of her own bitter medicine. But before she takes a step to give Tamara her punishments, Lillian has to be informed first, after she has confessed, then Tamara would regret the very first day she had shown her hospitality when she ran into her cave. A cold smile was seen across Rosa's lips since she had recovered all her memories. The only thing she was grateful for was that she didn't tell Tamara what she did and who she truly is. She is not just Queen Rosa of the Supernaturals, she is Princess Lika of the Druids kingdom, the fallen and forgotten kingdom.

The woman they called Rose led us through the massive pack house, her lavender-colored hair catching the light every time she turned to acknowledge one of the wolves who waved or greeted her. She responded to each one with a warm smile, her presence exuding effortless kindness. I couldn't stop staring at her hair—it was unlike anything I had ever seen before, like strands of spun lilac, soft and otherworldly. Pearl nudged me, breaking my trance, and I realized Rose was speaking to me.

Wilson looked at Rosalind and continued, “This is my fiance and my future wife, the future Mistress of the house, Rosalind. And they are her siblings, Rey, Neil and Nora.” Even though the news was expected it caused a huge uproar in the table. While Wilson had the calm and composed vibe which was contradicting the Wilson she found while alone with her. Rosalind at the sametime was suffering from hypersensitive hearing attributes that she didn’t know she had. She-werewolves started to gossip, Rosalind even heard someone saying “see, this was an easy bet.” ‘Someone was betting on her???’ someone saying, “Isn’t she a human. How could...” another shushed at her before she could continue.

It could cost you your head and leave your carcass for the vultures to feast on. "I'm sorry Alpha Konan and I hope you do forgive me. She replied sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. Typical Rosaline. Always toeing the line and testing the boundaries. Rosaline is the strongest female warrior werewolf and the pack's strategist. We had grown up together and we had seen more blood than tears since when we were both stationed at the pack borders to ward off rogue wolves disturbing the peace of the pack. She is the only one whose hunting skill was on par with me. She was rarely seen around, only during pack wars and when she was summoned.

Pillows and frames are scattered all around the floor, making me cautiously watch my step incase I step on one. My heart skips a beat at the sight I see; Rose sitting onto the ground as she cries out while her right hand is currently holding onto a knife—signalling her left wrist, leaving me frozen at my spot. I can't help but continue to look at her from behind, remembering that I've once see her this way before and it wasn't pleasant but the last time I saw her, she already did. ''Rose.'' I call out softly, afraid if I might startle her.

She was a pretty girl no doubt, but the thing that was more annoying to him was that she looked very much like Victoria, if her hair and her attitude are ignored. Noticing that he was thinking about a girl more than it was deemed natural, he squinted his brows, scaring Chris and Sean, who were standing and talking to him. Smiling when Jasmine saw that she caught his eyes, she was about to go and greet him when she noticed the former queen Rosaline standing on the stage. "I Rosaline Roosevelt, welcome you all at our humble aboard, and thank you for attending this dance. Let's begin the first dance with our former alpha and former Queen, which is me-" She laughed, making everyone laugh at her

she said, trying to hide the fact that she had been crying. Jun knew she was lying. He could see the sadness in her eyes. "Hwa, you can talk to me. What's wrong?" he asked, hoping that she would open up to him. Hwa looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. "I did something bad, Jun. I cheated on Yeon," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. -------------------------TBC---------------------

"scorpion mocked, ensuing more laughter. She was seventeen. Her mother was Bridget Freeman, the CEO of Bree fashion empire. I already knew about her, infact I had been paid ten million naira just to have her abducted. I smiled, this tiny girl here was worth millions of naira if I played my cards well. She stirred slightly and I paused,thinking she was going to wake, she didn't wake up. My hands moved to her hair, they were soft. It was obvious she spent much effort in her hair . The roads soon gave way to bushy paths, the driver expertly maneuvered through the crooked paths. It was the road to our secret hideout.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

"Now, don't pretend you can't remember me, Lincoln. It's Ella, and you know me very well." Ella smirks at me, bringing her mouth closer, our lips almost touching. Her face blocks the girl who has been ignoring me throughout the whole event, and I couldn't hate her more for that. But then I remember the elders present here, and my expression darkens. Before I could tell her to get off, not wanting to make them uncomfortable, Elsa or whatever beat me to it by telling me about her.