Scourge X Rosy Novels & Stories

“Why are you angry at me? Tell me so I can make it up to you.” She didn’t say a thing and kept her mouth shut before turning her head away in case he was going to kiss her. ‘He’s too deceiving.’ she told herself before comparing him to Lucas who looked and acted genuine. “So...yes?” Theo asked, putting his lips on the back of her hand, giving it a light kiss. “I have no interest in whatever you’re doing,” Rojean just said, pulling her hand away, thinking Sei was like that. “I don’t really feel well so if there’s nothing to discuss I’ll go now.”

“It’s pulling from inside the protected zone. Not from her outer rings.” I feel that in my chest. A low hum. Interest. “Zoom the signature,” I say. He does. The grid flares again. Not smooth. Not controlled. Jagged. Spiking and dipping like a heart that can’t find rhythm. I laugh under my breath. “That’s not her.” “No,” Carter agrees quietly. “It’s not.” I lower the scope. Dawn is bleeding into the sky now. Pale pink. Soft. Almost pretty. “You see that instability?” I ask.

Elisa said with a smile, staring straight into Roxy's eyes. "If you dare lay a hand on Robert, I, Roxy Sloan, swear that I'll fight Blossom Hall to the bitter end!" Roxy was suddenly enveloped in a shimmering white glow as a formidable pressure surged forth, striking everyone present with a profound sense of dread.

Beta Marcus asks. "A warning," Gregory says. He unrolls the scroll slowly, the room holds its breath. "Read it," Dante orders. Gregory's voice is grave as he begins. "When the wolfless one finds love in the fangs of darkness, the blood moon shall rise, and the continent shall burn in eternal night. Only death can break the curse." The room explodes. "The wolfless one!" someone shouts. "It's talking about Roselyn!" My stomach drops. Roselyn. The servant girl. The one who failed to shift at eighteen.

She barely made it to the toilet before she was retching, her body trying to expel the poison in her veins. Soon, heavy footsteps pounded in the hallway. Multiple sets. Moving fast. Angry. Luna gripped the sink, forcing herself to stand. She had just enough time to rinse her mouth before her bedroom door slammed open. Damon stood there, looking murderous. Behind him, Marissa, Sophia, and Claire were clustered together, their expressions smug. And behind them, of course, was Helen. Her face was a perfect portrait of concerned sympathy that didn't reach her eyes. "Is it true?" Damon's voice was dangerously quiet. "Did you strike a member of my pack?"

Being called out for being nothing but a bodiless soul with little strength outside of its vessel was something it didn't want to hear. “How many centuries,” my voice softened a tad. “Had you spent wandering, searching for someone who was greedy enough to take you in? How long do you think you would have to wait if she dies without getting my agreement?” Asura’s face twitched. Then the body suddenly went limp. I waited, expectant. Then suddenly gasps and rasping coughs filled the air. “Damn you,” Rosalie’s voice was hoarse with hatred. “Fuck all of you. Fuck you and fuck this damn soul! Asura!!”

KLAY ROSE When I arrived, I saw the devastation firsthand. Buildings were destroyed, and there were bodies lying on the ground. The werewolves were everywhere, attacking humans and wreaking havoc. I spotted Rozen and Micah fighting off a group of werewolves. I ran towards them, joining the fight. Together, we were able to take down the werewolves, but there were still more coming. "We need to find Trevor and put an end to this," Rozen said.

Fireworks lit up the night sky and rose petals covered the ground. Leon, whom I hadn't seen for days, descended from above like a god. He took my hand with deep affection and led me toward the heart of the castle. Rose petals rained down from the sky, painting the moment in sheer romance. He held up a ring and dropped to one knee as he proposed. Overwhelmed with joy, I burst into tears and wrapped my arms around his waist. I asked him what made him plan such a grand proposal. He kissed my cheek and replied, "Because you deserve whatever others have. Estie, you have no idea how happy I am to be with you.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Whenever she showed the slightest reluctance, she received punishment by flames that left permanent scars. Rose looked at one of my photos Marcus had dropped nearby, her eyes filled with hatred. It was from our mating ceremony - I looked so happy, so innocent, so trusting. "Serena Cross, it's all because of you!" "All my suffering today is thanks to you." Looking at the photo where I smiled so brightly, Rose picked up a nearby stone and viciously scraped it across the image. She gouged out my eyes first, then my smile. "Serena Cross, I want you dead!"