Scourge X Rosy Novels & Stories

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

From the corner of his eyes he saw Mariam fighting forward, she and the other girls having worn the same outfit as their attackers made it a bit hard for him to distinguish them from all the chaos and the only thing that made them stand out from the assassins was the fact that they had left their hairs exposed and tied in a ponytail. He ducked the next strike aimed for his right arm and brought his sword up swinging in a wide arch against his attacker but missed. He spun just in time as a sword sliced down in front of him missing him by a couple of inches, he used the window of opportunity to stab his sword into the chest of the man but the force he used had sent the sword in too deep and he

My whole body reacts quickly—pulling onto the man once more. All of a sudden, I find myself stabbing onto his lower abdomen; causing him to groan loudly in pain. He has both of his eyes looking straight at mine, making me see the last moments before his death. I've been through this a lot, seeing people as they drop dead down onto the ground, I don't seem to mind at all. I glance up at Rose, her eyes looking down at the dead body as she tries to control her breathings. Without further ado, I grab onto her hand but just as we start to run deeper into the woods, I see someone aiming her from afar—making me push her away.

She stands to her feet, and realization dawns through my fuzzy brain. I scream, "NO," as Rosy launches herself at our attacker. Purple flashes, and Rosy hits the ground. Blood pours from her chest, and my eyes see nothing but red. Rage overflows from every pore in my body. My skin explodes, and white fur covers me. The whole room fills with a blinding red glow. I turn towards the beautifully evil witch and sink my teeth into her throat before she can even gasp.

I ask as I bite my lip and caress the rose. "Well one of us has to be more romantic to cover up for other person." Rudra says teasingly. "Hey! I am romantic too or did you forgot about your birthday?" I say as I try to get out of his arms. "Okay. Okay. My fault. It is your birthday. So it is your day. I will do whatever shall you ask of me, my princess." Rudra says as he steps back and bows down to me. "Really? Anything?" I ask as I smile evilly at him.

Her blood sang to me, rich and warm, flooding my senses with an overwhelming thirst that clawed at my control. Rosalie stepped back, her eyes widening with raw horror. "Levante?" Too late. I lunged forward with blinding speed. Gilbert seized my arm in an iron grip. "Calm down, boy." A feral smirk twisted my lips, revealing lengthening fangs. I grabbed his throat instead, my claws sinking deep into his flesh. "Die." The ground shook violently under the force of my roar. Dark aura erupted outward like a storm, slamming everyone in the courtyard to their knees. Rosalie dropped hard, her skin scraping against the rough stone as she gasped in fear.

She was struggling to breathe through the pain when she heard a dangerous growl. She raised her gaze and met with a set of red eyes. The creature was giving off a strong revolting scent. Rogue. It was a rogue. Just like this one many pairs of red eyes blinked to life in the darkness. It was too late when she realized she was surrounded by rogues. Rosalie felt weak and powerless. She knew she can't handle them right now so she decided to dodge them. The woman broke into running and the rogue chased her deeper into the woods.

Cursing, I look in the direction of Warren’s footfalls and then Rosco while debating who I stand to have a better chance against. Deciding that Warren was the better choice, I move, and when I see him, I dip down and slide between his legs. Jumping up, I bared my claws and let my aura explode from me to keep the two approaching men at bay. “Do you want to be ripped apart, limb by limb?” Rosco growls, slowly approaching me. “You were the one that promised to cooperate, but the minute you get a chance to escape, you’re running like a fucking roach!”

Slade voiced out and with a whoosh of air, he landed at the back of the rogue and plunged his hand into its chest, yanking out everything that dwelt there, bones inclusive, a painful scream tore out of its mouth and it dropped dead. Silence blanketed the abyss as the last rogue fell. The forest held its breath, the night air heavy with a mix of blood and earth. And then, cutting through it all was that scent—roses, vanilla, and honey—so intoxicating it drowned out everything else. Slade stirred, his need pulsing through me like a heartbeat unable to ignore the pull. The scent was like a balm, but edged with fear, making me want to protect her, to hold her safe in the dark stillness.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.