Rosalind Winx Novels & Stories

"As no one has contested it, I acknowledge this victory as belonging to The Red Rose. Silas Winter you are no longer fit to be Alpha and I Hades Solaris remove your Alpha status from you and transfer it to The Red Rose." He growls and fights her hold, slashing her stomach with his claws, she yells out in pain before crushing his throat, killing him.

I would do anything to have my wolf. “You’re not looking for just any dark witch,” said Skye. “You’re looking for the specific witch who cast the spell. Only she can undo it.” My shoulders slumped. “And of course, that’s impossible, right? There’s no way of knowing who?” “Her name is Rosina. I can scent her particular magic. She’s notoriously difficult to find, though.” “Of course she is,” muttered Josh. Skye eyed him suspiciously. I really didn’t like the looks she gave him at all. They made me feel uneasy.

When Rosalind noticed it, she smiled at the little guy because he was so adorable. “Hello, what’s your name?” “I’m Axel Taylor.” The boy showed his hand, asking for a handshake. Rosalind grinned to see that. She took his hand and shook it gently. “Nice to meet you, Axel.” “Same here, miss. What’s your name?” “I’m Rosalind Miller.” Axel nodded and stared at Rosalind for a few seconds. His gaze was serious. “I believe you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

It’s already eight thirty and she still hasn’t shown herself! All movement halted. Pin-drop silence. Everyone exchanged anxious glances as I scanned their faces like their noble king. Then, a small snicker expelled from behind me. As the staff slowly resumed their work, I lifted my sexy fierce look at the pretty thing in the mirror doing my hair. Tessa is her name. She smirked knowingly. “Who’s your new assistant, Rum?” I returned her a kind smile. “Rose Cintilar.” You naughty kitty… pretending not to know, huh? Wait till I get my chance to be alone with you, I’ll make you feel so good, you'll beg for more. That's when I'll teach you to answer me properly.

Whilst Alexander is faced with a rival from the past, baying for his crown, Rosalie is dealing with a foe much closer to home. Rosalie is a white wolf, the Goddess' own assassin and protector of the werewolf species. Will Rosalie find the power within to defeat a new dark evil? In order to save the life she has made for herself in the past, she will now have to once more leave everything she loves behind and venture back to the future to defeat what lurks in the shadows..... Landon Coombes has know that Rosalie Summers was his second chance mate the moment that he laid eyes on her. But when she mysteriously disappeared without explanation, he begins to fear that he will be alone forever. Tha

(Dahlia) “LUNA Dahlia, Luna Rosie is here to see you.” Before I could answer my assistant, Rosie walks in my room with a basket of fruits in her hand and immediately smiles upon seeing me sitting on the rocking chair while holding a children's book. That one night with Brent was all the omega in me needed to conceive.

“Last time I checked, red isn’t a normal eye color, even for a witch.” “But Rosalynd didn’t even grow up as a witch,” Axel explains. “She was raised as a human, her mom is a fake TV witch that reviews pornographic sci-fi films….” “I know what I’m seeing,” I insist. “She is in the middle of a major casting while on the air. The amount of power it would take to spread that kind of message through the television is beyond anything I’ve ever seen a human witch capable of doing. There’s something else…”

ROSALIE WINTERS of Elodnia Pack. She is the only sole heir of one of the Ducal Family of the wolven nation. Venerable for her amiable charms so as her impeccable beauty that would cause mouthwatering desires especially to the wolven men. Because of her influential status in the aristocratic faction and also a polished lady of etiquette and beauty, she was presented as the Luna of the nation to be paired by the rumoured mate less crown prince Alpha- negligence of that she isn't really Ruvillous' fated mate.

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

Even fewer would understand. This was not the same woman who had followed Duke Cedric Fleming onto a private jet months ago, heart heavy with silent desperation. In Country D, she had been a research assistant hidden in the back rows, her brilliance dulled by politics and prejudice. Now, she was Rosa Wren, Country N’s rising star, a foreign talent with a medical license, a mind for miracles, and hands that had started to whisper strange things to dying bodies.