Rosita Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Late that night, I was roused by the loud revving of a car's engine. I peeked out of the curtains to see a car running over zombies as it sped forward before stopping outside a villa at the end of the road. A woman covered from head to toe got out of the car with a baby in her arms. She ran to the villa, but zombies intercepted her and tore them to shreds. I could vaguely hear the baby's cries, but when the zombies dispersed, all that was left was a pool of blood.

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.

"One of several we hold here. We rarely use it, but you're safe here...we have enough manpower to keep us safe and informed for as long as we choose to remain here now." Of course. Of course the Black Rose has a rarely used safe house in Singapore. I would laugh if my head didn't hurt. "How long was I out?" "Eighteen hours." Eighteen hours. My brain starts running the arithmetic before I can stop it — how long Vittorio has had to move, to regroup, to make calls, to set new things into motion. My jaw tightens. "The server records," I say. Silas reaches into his jacket and produces a small black drive, holds it up once, puts it away. The corner of his mouth moves. "Got everything out before th

Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke. For a moment, she let herself forget everything, her family’s death, the lies, the danger. But it came rushing back when the wall behind her vibrated with a blast from the hallway. Esteban pulled away, panting. “We have to go. Now.” She nodded, fumbling to fix her clothes, the heat of him still burning on her skin. They raced down the corridor. At the end of the hallway, a hidden stairwell led them into a dim underground passage. The walls were lined with aged stone, the air cooler but thick with dampness.

She shivered and I ushered her to the en handing her a glass of water before she continued. “So we're there yeah and then, a man walks in and I was surprised because what would a man be doing there. Not like he'd wear lingerie.” she seemed more comfortable and seemed to be getting to the point that I needed. “Focus Cassidy, please. Rora’s life could be in danger as we speak.” Her eyes widened as she nodded, telling the story.

Rhoswen Neither of us had slept more than an hour. I'd come downstairs to find Torin already at the counter, tie absent, shirt from yesterday still on, a man who'd clearly given up on the idea of sleep sometime before dawn and simply kept working instead. The footage was useless in the end. Grainy, distant, a petrol station camera that caught a woman's shape beside Graham's for less than four seconds before she turned away from the lens like she'd known exactly where it was mounted. Dark coat, pale hair pulled back, nothing a court or a search engine could do anything with. Torin watched it eleven times before he finally set the tablet down on the kitchen counter and rubbed both hands over h

“If you want to die. It would be a lot easier.” She didn’t say a word and just quietly followed him, though her feet wasn’t steady yet, she try not to fall. On each step. She walked like she was drunk. Aziel noticed her movement, he stopped and waited for her to keep up. And instructed her to hold the tip of his shirt. While they walked out of the alley. Aziel stopped walking, Elina lifted her head, glanced around, they were outside the mansion but in a small space, someone was tied to a chair. The next thing she saw was blood dripping from his mouth.

He tried to touch her, but only heard a loud roar that made even his soul tremble. " Grrrrrahhhhhhh" Silas gulped, looking up to see silver eyes staring back at him. And a gasp leaves everyone's lips. The death wolf was rising. Again! " Don't touch her, Silas! Just go!" Thora begs him and he gulps. His teary eyes fixed on Thaneos. " But-'" " Just go Silas! Protect Hades and Rose! Go!"

Tala is howling in my head, her body succumbing to the pain. “You’ll die, right along with him. So, no need to worry about that.” She cackles. There’s a sudden screech that comes out of her mouth and I see a hand protruding from her chest, her heart in their hand. James yanks his hand back through her, making sure to hold on to her heart. “Hasta la vista…baby,” James says. If I was in any condition at all, I would have rolled my eyes and snorted but I couldn’t push through the pain to accomplish that. Scàthach’s body crumbles to the ground and suddenly Arawn appears in front of us out of fucking nowhere.

The Undead do not scare them. “Then we will step on the bodies of all the runts and snatch her away!” The Undead gloats. “But we will come for the witch! She is the only one left in the continent and she possesses powers beyond imagination. You know it too, do you not you Lycan? You found out on the night I tried to take her! There is no denying it.” “Hear that Rosie?” Dmitri whispers in her ear. “You are special.” Roseanne looks up to scowl at him. How can he tease her in a time like this?