Waluigi X Rosalina Novels & Stories

I wanted to see how long it would take him to notice. He scrambled to recover. "I'll plant a new one! Wendy, whatever you want, just tell me." I was tired of the pointless tug-of-war. "Don't bother. I already told you. I want to leave you." "I don't believe that." Logan pushed a territory deed across the line. "Half of Black Moon's land is yours. Is that enough to prove my sincerity?" I didn't take it. The guards set the returned crates at his feet. On top sat the golden vial of healing serum he had once given Maggie.

He stormed over to my house and started banging on the door madly. "Lily! Open the door! Can we discuss this? That's a life we're talking about! Please, I'm begging you, don't hurt the pup! Please!" He sounded utterly broken. The wooden door shook from the force as he banged on it. Yet on the other side of the wall, I sat calmly on the living room couch, watching TV. I would never allow my heart to soften again. Walter only had himself to blame for how everything had turned out. He was too greedy, unable to let his beloved Rose go, yet also unable to give up me, his Luna. From the moment he had chosen to deceive me, he should have prepared himself for the consequences.

"Of course, my Luna. What is it?" "Ostin. The vanguard warrior with the blue eyes," Rosalie began, keeping her voice low. "Yesterday at the training grounds, he deliberately slammed into me. The hatred in his gaze... it felt entirely personal. Do you know who he is?" Marta’s cheerful demeanor vanished in an instant. She paled, her eyes darting nervously toward the heavy chamber doors before she stepped closer to Rosalie, dropping her voice to an urgent whisper.

The whole event is moving forward with dark, military formality—first the host barks out the opening rules of the Valoria Ridge territory, then the dangerous executioners and elder witnesses get introduced one by one under the red torches. But the entire blood ritual strikes my inner wolf as an absolute, ridiculous joke because Master Luciano actually ordered his beta guards to roll out a life-sized, faceless wax statue of the legendary ghost assassin and painter known across the borders as Rosa. My lips twitch hard as my chest fights to suppress a huge, bubbling laugh at the massive irony.

[Mark my words] Munika gasped and her eyes widened. Grandchildren? Was Rosana pregnant already? Oh goodness, how could she have been blinded by hatred towards the innocent girl? She had distrusted her from the beginning and did nothing but fight against her. "Lei... è incinta!" She immediately grabbed his hand and squeezed tight. "Thank you... Thank you. I... I am sorry, I will do whatever..." [She... She is pregnant!] Sergio withdrew his hand from hers and started walking away from her, his back rigid and unyielding. He reached the door, opened it, and walked out without sparing any more glance in her direction.

Vladimir said glaring at buddy. Buddy hide behind Rose purposely as if showing that he is getting scared by the glare. "Stop glaring at my buddy. He didn't do it purposely" Rose said crossing her hands on her chest. She can't hear one word against her buddy. "As you say" Vladimir said grumbling clearly not liking the fact that his mate his taking the side of the creature instead of him. If not for his Rose, then he would have ripped the creature's head the time he entered in the palace.

“But you didn’t wait. Once you were carrying my child. No one could have stopped me from claiming you as my Luna. There is a law. If the Luna is barren. She can be dethroned, and the Alpha can get a new mate.” Rosalie’s eyes grew wide. “This is disgusting! So you were indeed planning to make me your mistress.” He smiled. “You were always the smart one, Rosalie; glad you figured it out. Although mistress is not the right word. How about lover?” She glared at him in anger. “You are really the worst! What made you think that I would agree with such a disgusting plan?” “You love me Rosalie, you would have agreed, it’s not too late, we can still fix it. Just trust me.”

The Walikans and Renaki had remained bitter enemies over the years, but it still didn’t stop them from meddling in different political businesses with themselves, undercover and off the record The male handed him a small vail that was supposed to contain a new Renaki poison, a poison that when rubbed on a blade, or the claws of a werewolf, had the ability to destroy the self – healing power of any werewolf that was stabbed with it, forcing that werewolf to heal slowly and as ineffectively as a human.

I growl at the male and he glances my way before shifting and kneeling before me. “Alpha Hades. I am Owen, acting beta for this group of wolves. We are bound to the Red Rose, her secret warriors. She had ordered us to fight with you and help to defeat Roman. She also bade me tell you that this is also the will of Lydia, your Luna.”

Power rolled off her in steady waves. The rogue hesitated. “What are you?” he muttered. Elara didn’t answer. She attacked. This time, he barely blocked. Three strikes. Four. On the fifth, her blade rested against his throat. “Leave,” she said. “And tell whoever sent you that Frostveil does not bend.” For a long moment, he stared at her. Then he signaled retreat. The rogues melted back into the trees. Gone as quickly as they came. Silence followed.