Rosita From The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

"I will keep them away!" Rosa. Rosa was shocked with horror as she witnessed her daughter fall to the ground. Gathering her energy, she transformed into a wolf and ravaged the foes ahead, rushing to reach Kyra. She was filled with a mix of fear and anger, committed to protecting her child no matter what. Kyra. In the darkness surrounding her, Kyra experienced a strong feeling of cold and emptiness. Opening her eyes and moving were difficult as she felt weighed down and unresponsive. She struggled with all her strength to wake up, memories of her family, her son, and Damon racing through her mind.

Her name is Willow. Leo looked into Rose's eyes. " What happened?" " Do you mean why did she bless me early? It was because I tried to save an Omega from being raped and beat by the Alpha." She could see the surprise on Leo's face. She felt the Alpha was still alive Leo he would kill him. "Alpha please remember he is gone now.. Hopefully burning in the after life." said Rose Rose stood up as she watched as Alpha walked towards her. She bowed to him out of respect.

The last thing he saw was the henchmen walking closer to him with sinister smiles on their faces. *** Rosita's head throbbed as she slowly regained consciousness, blinking up at the night sky. As the cool night air touched her skin, she was cold, sweat dried on her skin from the chill air. All the memories from the morning run on an unforgiving reel in her brain—being manhandled by one of Ximena's men, despite her pleas not to be harmed. Sitting up on the cold floor, she stared at the horrific sight unfolding around her. The courtyard was littered with the lifeless bodies of Deangelo's henchmen, being hurriedly dragged toward a roaring fire by Hugo and his men.

Her hands moved like memory, guided by life and death. She returned with a single vial, clear and glowing. “Inject it into her carotid artery,” Rosa ordered. The others protested. “She’ll die!” “She will if we do nothing,” Rosa said. No hesitation. No fear. The girl’s chest rose sharply. Her breathing slowed… then steadied. A minute passed. Color returned to her cheeks. Rosa exhaled. The hundredth soul had been saved.

Her voice shook, but her spine stayed straight. My hands hovered near her arms but didn’t touch her. “You’re hurt.” “I sewed myself up,” she said flatly. I exhaled. “Bianca?” Her silence was answer enough. I nodded once. Then stepped aside. “Come inside.” Rosa walked past Salvatore’s body sprawled out in the garden under the sun, his blood and brains spattered across the garden. She didn’t look away, didn’t flinch. Her breath caught, just for a second, but she kept walking.

I stand and walk away whilst furiously wiping an escaped tear from my cheek. As I'm walking away, I hear Ivan hiss, "She's fucking terrified man. You need to go easy on her." Paul growls lowly at him, "Easy isn't going to keep her safe." After I turn the corner I can no longer hear them. ೋღ🌹ღೋ "Rose..." Groggily I open my eyes and then roll over because all I want to do is sleep. Then my door flies open aggressively and Felix is pulling off my sheets.

There was only one person who I knew could behave in this crazy way. Sofia. Was she really trying to be her now? "Yes, I killed him so you'll come to me" She managed to grumble out of her throat. I pushed her away and she crashed backwards on the bed. This was it. She wanted to be the only one who have the information that I wanted. Rosita was a messenger of the Tree syndicate' high table so she knew just the member of the high table who had given the order. She didn't get out of bed and instead started to laugh maniacally.

“One was sent to Zaria and when I figured it out, I went to confront him. Why wait until now to reiterate? I need to know the truth, Father, why did Zaria leave me after everything?” Richard exhaled sharply. “Son. You weren't supposed to be attached… “ Suddenly, the hospital room door creaked open slightly. Grace turned quickly. “She’s awake,” she whispered. Rosita lay against white pillows, pale but alive. Her dark hair spread over the fabric like ink. The machines beside her beeped steadily. Her eyes were open. Surprisingly z they were soft and searching. Searching for who exactly? “Renzo…” she whispered. I slipped my hands into my pockets as I approached her bed. “Ciao, mamma,” I greeted

I thought we’d just enjoy the fresh air, but then I saw Rosalia with Melissa at her side. I’d assumed she was in the main house to see the Alpha, but when her eyes landed on me, she waved, all bright smiles, and started walking over. I couldn’t help it; I smiled too, meeting her halfway. “Rosie!” I called, hugging her tightly when we reached each other. She looked so much healthier than before, her cheeks fuller, her eyes clearer. The change in just a few days was almost unbelievable. “Are you here to see the Alpha?”

Eartha had been her college roommate, a woman who was part of the Silver Fang pack. Eartha was the one who had first introduced Rosa to the supernatural world, a move they both now regretted with every fiber of their being. She hesitated, her thumb hovering over the screen, then pressed the call button. The phone caught the signal and rang three times before someone picked up. “Rosa?” the voice on the other end recognized her immediately.