Twilight Rosemary Novels & Stories

Gold rippled off him in waves beautiful, terrifying, wrong. “Ares,” I whispered. He lifted his eyes to mine, and my throat tightened. They weren’t wolf-gold anymore. They were sun-gold. Too bright. Too alive. Too awakened. He was becoming something he didn’t recognize. Something I didn’t recognize. Something Clara wanted. The sea hissed behind us, waves twisting into spirals around her like a thousand serpents ready to strike. Clara towered above the churning water, her hair whipping in a crown of black currents, her smile sharp enough to cut bone.

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it. There was no mistaking it this time; Alina knew for a fact that she had put the rose on her bathroom counter last night. She had even gone out of her way to mark the spot she had placed it with a damn dry erase marker, as if to prove to herself she really wasn't losing her mind. And lo and behold, there it sat on her nightstand instead, the red petals seeming to perk in excitement when her attention was locked onto its presence. The moon itself was glittering so profoundly.

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

The waterfall roared louder than usual, but a rancid smell overpowered the usual scent of roses. Rogues were waiting for her, not Xavier. One of them was the unkempt man from the market. Rose readied herself, then she felt him. Xavier, running flat out, drawn by the bond. He burst into the clearing, eyes blazing. “Rose, run!” “No, we fight together.” Then the wild roses moved like a living thing. They had always grown thick here, but tonight they came alive. Vines wrapped her ankles, thorns gentle against her skin, petals brushing her face.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

"Oh, Rosemary. What a pretty name. Let's go now?" Rosemary nodded her head and grabbed her mother's hand. Afterward, the four of them were surrounded by a blue light and they disappeared. ×××× "For the love of god, Ysmael Santi de Ivrea!" "Your tea tasted bland now. Where's the maid that was used to brew the tea I used to drink when I visited here? "

Rosemary suddenly shouted, "I want to make a deal with you! Dragging this out won't benefit either of us. Since you've already taken what was mine, I'll accept it. Right now, I need to leave Wraith Graveyard and return to Lomuia. Name your terms. What will it take for you to let me go?" Andrew leaped down and looked her up and down. Her skin had an indescribably pale quality. It was as white as cream, seemingly devoid of any color, so pale that it practically glowed. Upon examining Rosemary's features, she was the epitome of a Western beauty. Her nose was perfectly sculpted, her eyes a brilliant azure. She had a small mouth and a slender neck. Seeing Andrew seemingly admiring her beauty, Ros