Rosita On The Walking Dead Novels & Stories

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

I didn't need to be told that he was dead. He looked and felt very dead. His throat was obviously torn out. And beside him were two smaller forms. One was Rosa who was still lying there. But she had collapsed. And she was not moving. The other was a Lycan wolf. I knew that wolf. Ronan.

“June, I’ll charge and draw the zombies away. You take Poppy and get out of here! Head for the Northern Base! No… go to the Southern Base and find my uncle and the others!” Castiel refused to look out for us, and Lucian was unreliable. Only my uncle, currently at the Southern Base, might be able to save us. But June refused to budge. “No, Eira, I’ll distract the zombies. You take Poppy and run! I’m heavily pregnant. I won’t get far…” Just then, a zombie smashed through the air-raid shelter door and let out a bloodcurdling growl. More zombies poured in immediately after. Seeing the dire situation, June stepped forward and used her body to carve a path for us.

Rosetta practically flew out of the car. I hurried after her and took her hand, helping her make her way through the crowd. We moved carefully because everyone was packed closely together. People whispered among themselves, but they gradually stepped aside for Rosetta, recognizing her as the council leader. The moment we reached the clearing, I felt my heart drop. Rosetta didn't seem to notice anything around her. Her attention was completely fixed on her sister. "Madeline!" she called. My gaze shifted toward Sawyer. He lay lifeless on the ground, his heart missing from his chest while Baxter still held it in his hand.

Her voice was soft, almost tearful. Silas immediately stood up. "Don't be scared, I'll be right there." I grabbed the corner of his coat. "Silas, I'm not done talking to you—" "We'll talk another time. Wynter's alone, I can't leave her like that." He pulled his coat free and walked out without looking back. After he left, I asked the nurse to check the condition of that rich tycoon's daughter. As expected, she had been given Silas' new drug. In three months, her condition had stabilized, and she was already living a normal life.

Sputtering and disoriented, she raced towards the door, a haunting chant echoing behind her. Rosette's mind immediately recognized Ryana's voice. She couldn't believe Ryana had gotten so far into the den. Opening the door to the apartments, she found her guards slumped at their posts. Terrified, Rosette moved towards the stairs and saw pack members lying on the ground everywhere, mainly women and older men, as the warriors were all still out hunting. She knelt by one and checked a pulse; it was steady and strong against her fingers. Assaulted by Ryana's chanting once again, Rosette ran for the stairs but made the mistake of looking back, only to see Ryana's triumphant face peering back at he

The cold, stale air of the dungeon was still as Eros snuck inside, his footsteps light but hurried. The fading moonlight shined on the scene before him, and his heart stopped. “Rosetta,” he called softly and knelt next to Nia’s limp form sprawled on the damp floor. Her face was pale, and dried blood stained her palms. Panic gripped him. His hands trembled as he shook her shoulders gently, then more firmly. “Rosetta. Rosetta, open your eyes!”

Silence stretches, brittle. Finally, Victor straightens. “Bring me Selene. You have one meeting and one chance.” He turns away. “If she fails, Blackthorn will be the first to go down.” The meeting dissolves after that. The orders had been issued. When I leave the chamber, the corridor lights dim to night-cycle. Raisa was waiting for me outside the chamber when I told her not to be. Her arms were crossed. Eyes bright with that dangerous, assessing intelligence. “You’re an idiot,” she says quietly.

The earlier redness on her face was not there anymore, after making sure she looked fine, I walked into the room. "So, do you have something to tell me?" I asked, slowly leaning in into my seat. She didn't answer immediately, instead crossed the room and sat by the edge the bed. "I wanted to ask about your injuries after the fight." She began softly. "I'm a werewolf Rosita, it healed already." I said, then I pulled up sleeves to show her my arms. "See? Completely healed." I said before dragging the sleeves down. "Alright. I..I know this might sound absurd, especially since someone's life was just taken..." she stuttered.

“Not with you like this. You just want to use me as a punching bag. Try Joseph. I have to look into something else anyway. The Everharts might have found out Rosalia is alive.” “What?” I stared at him, not sure I even heard right. “What do you mean?” “I’m still checking, but apparently Rosentine’s ex-mate was up north three days ago. I think he saw Rosalia with Devin in the plaza.” Owen’s voice was steady, but I could tell it bothered him. “Some of our patrols spotted Frozen Valley pack warriors sniffing around our territories yesterday, like they were looking for someone.” I didn’t waste time and grabbed my coat from the back of the chair.