Scourge X Rosy Novels & Stories

"This is what you did to Amaranth, and now I will make sure you suffer the same death!" Luther spread gasoline everywhere. The moment Reya sniffed the distinctive and sharp smell of gasoline, she wrapped herself tightly around his foot. "Luther, are you insane? It’s me, Reya! The girl you love the most!" It was the wrong thing to say because it provoked him even further. His expression turned from blank to a hideous scowl. He glared at her vehemently, then grabbed her hair and roared in her ears.

But within a night of the dreams, I had broken through, no longer able to handle her screaming. I felt Xavier's hands stop, claws digging into my hips. I yelped in surprise, turning to look at him. His hands raised, his eyes softening in guilt as he saw the punctures. "Rosie, I'm sorry." He went to move away. I grabbed his wrist, meeting his eyes. "Don't." I turned, kneeling to press myself into his chest and hugged him, his arms wrapped around me, shielding me from the world. "It wasn't your fault."

she said calmly, “you might die.” A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “Maybe I want to.” She glared at me like she wanted to stab me with her eyes. But before she could respond, the door opened again, and this time it was Scourge. He walked in like he always did, he was silent, composed, unreadable. His gaze swept over me briefly before he reached into his coat and pulled out a brown envelope. “For you,” he said, his voice low. I frowned slightly, confusion flickering through my pain as I reached for it with trembling hands.

Mulls it. “And because I have the balls to do what needs doing in this pack. You and your father will let the filth drag us back to the dens.” He spits in derision, and it splatters red on the mat. “You steal from the hardworking ranked members of this pack to indulge the lazy and turn them useless.” Rosie’s gentle voice, filled with conviction, whispers in my head. No scavenger has ever stolen anything from their own pack. I think of the hours Rosie spends in the woods, foraging, for plants that heal and other “useful” things. I think about how no matter the hour, the Bogs are never quiet, never still. Whatever the scavengers are, they aren’t lazy.

From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself. A rogue tries to flee. Ragnar's scythe spins out of his hand, decapitating him, but he doesn't kill him, I notice, just as someone knocks me down and just like that, I'm carried into the heat of the battle again. Ryker, on the other hand, blurs between wolf and human, leaving dead men in his wake till the last of the rogues stands. "Who sent you?" Ryker asks. I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold.

Scout (raising a dagger): “No. But it will stop the awakening.” He lunges. She stumbles back, slipping on the stone. Her hand scrapes along a jagged edge—blood blooms. Her crimson streaks spiral into the water. Ceres (gritting teeth): "Stop—!" Suddenly, the entire spring flares red. Steam hisses. Boiling bubbles rise. The scout falters—then screams as the water surges like molten lava. His armor glows. His skin peels. Within seconds, he's ash.

Lyra groaned, then turned back to me. Whitney slammed her mouth shut. "I'm not trying to get you into my group, Rosie. I just think you're worth an ally and that's saying something." "We're not in a movie, Lyra." I replied flatly. "Just take my hand already, Rosie. It fucking aches." "Well I didn't ask you to do that, did I?" "Are you going to take it or not?" she shrieked. "Fine..." I groaned, taking her hand.

Rose screamed out in pain and closed her eyes. It seemed like something got triggeredbin her. Like a curse that was cast on her. She opened her eyes sharply. Her eyes shining brightly blue and her body started shaking beneath him like she was convulsing. Leo pulled out his fangs and licked off the blood that had seeped out. The bite slowly begin to take shape but then suddenly an heavy wind blew him off her. He hit his body against the wardrobe and slid down. He coughed out out blood and looked up to see Rose's body twitching. Hairs. Yes. Hairs began to sprout out of her skin. Her hands started taking shapes. Her clothes ripped apart into shreds. Bones cracked and reformed. She sat up like s

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Ty struggled with so many people near Rose right now. She’d got him going and he just wanted to go down on her something fierce. The mating heat between them was showing and he couldn’t be happier. Rose was his key to getting the Hollow Wood Pack back without a return to the wars. She was the current Alpha’s daughter and Russell didn’t have any sons. That meant he either gave his pack away to another, or he makes his daughter’s mate the next Alpha.