Twilight Characters Rosalie Novels & Stories

His face was drawn, the lines of grief and exhaustion deepening as he spoke. “There’s more,” I added, the weight in my chest growing heavier. “Another spell broke that day, one Amber placed on Rose when she was five years old. A spell to suppress something inside her, something she didn’t even know she had. Dylan suspected it before…” My voice caught, the memory of Dylan’s insight hitting me like a fresh wound. I swallowed hard and pressed on. “Dylan was right. Rose is a hybrid. She’s both wolf and witch.”

Just because he was the only one among them speaking to me like an actual person doesn't mean he won't kill me like the others I saw him decapitate. It should scare me, speaking to him. Instead, it made me feel oddly safe, which was probably the most disturbing thing of all. "Why am I here?" I asked, needing to understand. "And don't give me some vague answer. I want the truth." Noir studied my face for a long moment, his expression unreadable. "To let everyone in our world know that you're under our protection," he said finally. "No one will touch you while you're with us," His eyes scanned the crowd strangely before they settled on me again. "They already know you are Elijah's sister, that

Eric said, “Jadis said they’re pairing me with some professor’s daughter from Rhode Island. What if I fall under their spell?” “We got you,” Evans said, “Jadis won’t let that happen.” They heard the door open slowly and a robed Roxie stepped out onto the porch—Walker was at her side in a flash. “You OK, baby?” “I’m fine..I will be,”Roxie held onto him, but waved and smiled to Eric and Evans who stood up to go, “Oh, please! Don’t leave. I like having the two of you here.” “You sure?” Eric asked, “We don’t want to impose.”

When Rosalie saw me and my swollen belly, in her madness, she lunged forward with bloodshot eyes. "The sacred beast hatchling is mine! Mine!" She was sent flying away before I could even duck from her attack. Charles pulled his hand back and shot Rosalie a warning. "I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life if you dare lay a finger on my sweetheart." She struggled to get up, coughing out blood as she shot me a death glare. "Just you wait—I'll definitely carry a sacred beast!"

She began to pant and I could tell the ice was bringing her relief. “It’s Lucifer, he’s so angry. He won’t stop until I go back to him.” She began to cry uncontrollably as she wrapped her arms around me. I tried to ignore her naked body beneath me but my wolf didn’t help matters as I could feel myself getting hard. Not now. I knew what I had to do to stop her affliction. “Rosemary I know how to put an end to this but you have to want it.” I looked deep into her beautiful eyes I knew so well.

I turned to her direction and called her, "Rosalie." She murmured painfully. That sight fueled my annoyance and I produced two daggers from my behind, "Death!" I proclaimed, then threw the daggers at the two men with her, Dracula and the fairy. The daggers went straight towards the men while I ran to Rosalie. She couldn't move, and I noticed her mouth was filled. I pulled my nose closer to her and I scent it, poison. A poison under a powerful witch spell. It would harm me, I know, but this is Rosalie, I had to save her before anything else. I leaned my mouth to hers and willingly took the poison from her mouth.

His deep reflection was interrupted abruptly by a soft voice that uttered his name with a pinch of anxiety: —Duncan? - Rosalie, with her striking presence, rescued him from the whirlwind of confused thoughts. He turned, surprised, and found the woman standing at the door, fixing her eyes with an intensity that captured his attention immediately. Rosalie was dressed in an elegant fashion, with a black pants that highlighted her slender silhouette and a white blouse that framed her natural beauty. Her hair, still damp, seemed to shine as if she had just come out of a relaxing bath. Duncan, momentarily oblivious to the challenges and threats surrounding her life, stared at her with an expressio

Rosalie’s intelligence scared them. Elena was perfect, she got the best qualities of the family, Elena was tanned, had beautiful golden locks and bright blue eyes, the kind that attracted men. she had a smile to die for. Whereas Rosalie had her father’s dark straight black hair, her mother’s brown dull eyes, and she didn’t smile much. It’s not that she didn’t like to smile. She never found a reason to. She didn’t feel emotions like her family did. Because she didn’t get out much, she was unnaturally pale.

STARTING FROM CHRIS HUNTER, RAYN STONE, AXEL LOCKWOOD AND THEN ROSALIYA STAVROS. ______________________________________ Rosaliya: I am Rosaliya, Rose for short with my hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm currently 22 year's old looking for a job ,I have completed my bussiness studies and lookin for a job. So coming back to the point my current situation is a total mess cause I shifted to new york last week. Now i have to arrange my house over the weekend even look for a job and my besties are nowhere to be seen .

Cadence wasn't sure what to make of her, though, and a small part of her, the insecure, confused, vulnerable part, wondered if she was Luca's girlfriend. "Hi. Is Luca home?" she asked. "Yes, he is." The blonde moved aside to let her in. Cadence caught a whiff of vervain as she brushed past her. "I'm Rosalie," the girl introduced herself as she closed the door behind her. "You're a witch," Cadence blurted out. Rosalie's eyes crinkled at the corners as she laughed. "What gave me away?" "The vervain clinging all over you." Cadence returned her smile, adding while her gaze skimmed through the room, "and I'm Cadence."