Rosalie It didn’t take long before every bone in my body scream to turn back. Something just didn’t feel right to me. The trees grew thick, and the path ahead had become overgrown to the point that the path could barely be seen. With each step, it was becoming more and more apparent that not a living soul lived here. The wooded area held a stillness that I had never felt before. The air around me sat thickly, making it hard to breathe and gave the feeling of oppression. It wasn’t that I wasn’t welcome, it was more that everything around me felt cautious of my appearance. There was no rustle or leaves as the wind blew through the treetops. No movement in the undergrowth as a squirrel rushed by. No startled deer as I rounded a corner. It was devoid of life. Yet I couldn’t help but feel that I was being watched as I moved through the thick blanket of undergrowth. The sun barely penetrated the canopy above me, making it hard to see where I was going. After what felt like an age, a twi
Melinda – Rose Cottage, 1721 Bending forward, I light the last tall red candle before me, creating a perfect circle of light in the middle of the small cottage. I often came to the cottage when I needed solace or time to reconnect with my magic. But tonight, I was here for a very different reason. Having been born to a very prestigious and powerful wiccan clan had its advantages, to be sure. But it also came with great hardship. Usually the more ancient the family, the more skeletons in the closet. And despite having moved as far away from the Walker coven birthplace as I could have, didn’t mean I had managed to outrun the curse that followed the Walkers through the ages. My family had done all that it could in order to break the curse. And by now, there were less than a handful of the original blood Walkers left alive. Myself included. Most of which were in the later years of their life. Yet it had not been enough. Two magical beings should have been against the odds to procreate
Alexander “Sire, it has been over a day since they took the Queen. Should we not be doing something by now?” The men were getting as angsty as Silas. Who at this moment in time was pacing in my head, in a constant state of agitation. It was taking everything within me to hold it all together. I knew that the druid wouldn’t dare do anything to Rosalie. The werewolf species as a whole, weren’t exactly known for their quite diplomatic resolutions on issues. Killing not only a Luna, but the Luna Queen would lead to nothing but bloodshed. Plus, Rosalie was much more valuable to them as a captive than she would be dead. The question was, was she a captive? “Your right, it has been too long. If they were going to release her then they would have done so by now.” I reply with a heavy sigh. “We split into two groups, one group will head due west, until you reach Bodmin. The other Southwest. Should you reach civilisation, find out what they know of the druids. We will need as much informatio
Rosalie I was back in his arms, where I belong. It had felt like the longest journey of my life. Discovering the Goddess woods had been a harrowing experience. And even after learning what I had, by the time I found my way out, I was exhausted. The little farmhouse was the first home that I had come across. And luckily enough for me, the occupiers, although humble, were welcoming and open to sharing the little that they had for themselves. By the time I found myself to their door, it was dark. And my feet were begging to stop. They had allowed me shelter, and the little warmth that I could find from the draughty dwelling. They shared their supper. And offered me a hay stuffed mattress to sleep on. Morning came and went and despite the fact I was eager to find Alexander and the men, my body refused to rouse itself from the bed. They had left me undisturbed, perhaps realising that I needed the time to recover in my pregnant state. I was just about to continue on my journey, when a l
# Rosalie “Tell me everything.” Alexander has shifted back into his wolf, and instructed me to get on his back. He had taken me as far away from the little farm cottage as possible, before stopping in a particularly sparse area of heathland. Perhaps thinking it was easier to see intruders coming. He had ordered his men to keep watch around us. He wasn’t taking any chances with my being taken again. And from where we sat, we could see each of them keeping watch, running the perimeter. I told him everything that had transpired. From being taken by the sprites, to Morag and her strange ways and parting message, to finding Nina in the Goddesses woods. Telling Alexander he had lost yet another sibling that he never even knew he had, was the hardest part of it all. He had grown quiet beside me. Perhaps trying to process everything I had told him. “I knew my mother was a great se’er. But I had no idea just how much weight she bore. She would have seen everything coming, and then had
Alexander By the time we have returned to Castle Black, the autumn winds were in full swing. September had always been a temperamental month. Moving so quickly from summer to fall in the blink of an eye. The warmth of the sun was quickly disappearing, replaced with gusts that brought the leaves swirling from the skies, and littering the floor, blanketing them in a patchwork of colours. As we neared the turreted castle, the feeling of foreboding was beginning to settle in. We had only been gone for a matter of a week. Yet, the general feeling surrounding our home, was somehow darker than when we left. The fields, whilst usually busy, were empty, devoid of workers, of women trying to exhaust their feral children. There were no wolves hunting in the surrounding woodlands, looking for food to feed their family. It was quiet. Far too quiet. As we approached the Castle, I was able to reach out to my second in command to find out what was happening. “Arthur?” I enquired, “Arthur what
Rosalie History was beginning to come true. And couldn’t help that horror that filled my heart as I watched it unfold before me. I knew very little about the Black family history despite my having come from the future. When I had come to stay with the Eclipse pack, I didn’t give their local history much notice. It certainly wasn’t something I sought to know. I had a vague idea of what befell them from listening to Granny Lou’s stories. But that was all they were to me. Stories that she told the children, enthralling them with big ideas of scary Alpha Kings, and maidens that came to the rescue. I knew the outline, but not the details. And that lack of knowledge scared me more than anything. I knew that the fated Last Alpha King, Alexander Black, was at the helm when the werewolf kingdom fell. That the grief of loosing his mate, made him weak. Weak enough that his enemies descended in and ravaged the land until there was little left. That the son, Thomas Black, would pick up the piece
Rosalie The idea of having to meet with Estelle was soul draining. I had no wish to have to be in her company for longer than absolutely necessary. Not knowing if she was even still in Castle Black, which seemed unlikely given the tone of what was happening here. It would be just my luck that she had up sticks and left to return to her own home in Wales. I sent for a messenger to try and track down where she had gone. In the meantime, heading for the one place that I had been absent from for far too long. The nursery. We had not had the homecoming that we had hoped for. After a week of not seeing or being able to speak to our children, it should have been the first priority when we arrived back in the castle. Unfortunately, life seemed to have other plans. Foisting a mountain of issues in our laps which had meant that seeing the small group that came before all else, was delayed. Standing in the doorway, peering into the bright room that housed our growing brood, it was enough t
Estelle The dank smell of decay assaulted my senses as I climb down the steep steps. The slick stones beneath my feet threatening to send me toppling with one small miss-step.“I hate this place.” I mutter. Righting my footing yet again as a stone crumbles out from beneath me, sending a wave of small stones rattling down into the gloom below.This place had always reminded me of death.Even as a little girl, when my father had brought me here for the first time, an excitable ten year old girl, surrounded by my brother’s. Eager to see the Schmidtz family vault. The source of our powers, and a historic linage that could be traced back to the awakening of magic. I realised that this place was far from the fairytale tower of my dreams.Our family had held to the old ways.And it wasn’t until the fateful day that my father presented me at the Malificus Acus that I realised just what that meant.Blood.Sacrifice.Pain.Everything that I cringed back from at such a tender age.I couldn’t und
RosalieIt didn’t take long before the whole pack was aware of news about our expanding family.Just in the short distance from his home to the pack house, it felt like we bumped into every member of the pack in turn.The afternoon seemed to go by quickly.And the pack members seemed to amass at the pack house, all gathering around to wish us well.If it weren’t for the niggling feeling in the pit of my heart, then everything would have been perfect.By the time the sun was beginning to set in the sky, I found myself getting ever the more weary. Seeking the refuge of the evening air, I found myself walking out onto the patio, watching the sun setting in the sky. A glass of non-alcoholic prosecco left untouched on the garden wall as mull over the pain I was feeling deep inside.“Rosie?” Landon came to stand behind me, his strong arms wrapping around me from behind, drawing me into his warmth.I went willingly. Relishing the way my body fitting into his. How his slightly heightened core
RosalieThe gate squeaked with a vulgar cry, the sort of high pitch groan that wrang right through your brain setting your teeth on edge.Cringing against the sound, I wasn’t surprised to find the front door swinging open only moments later.“So much for surprising you.” I walk the short distance up the path to the front door of Landon’s home. He was situated just down from the main pack house in the Beta’s cottage.He had grown up here. It belonged to his family before they had been killed, and was gifted to him by Alpha Richard when he came of age. His formative teenage years he has grown up in the pack house under the care of Jo and Richard.“Sorry, I have been meaning to fix that.” He eyes the gate with an embarrassed frown, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head as a pale red blush crept up his neck.“On the plus side,” I try to break the awkwardness that had settled between us, “at least you won’t ever get caught out doing something you shouldn’t be!”That was it.
Rosalie Summer was finally here. And feeling the warmth on my face was bliss.Finally reconciling to the idea of my own time, being my future, had been a difficult one. But none the less, I seemed to have found a new rhythm.I hadn’t been ready to fully commit myself to falling headlong into a new relationship. And Landon had been immensely patient with me.No longer wanting to feel a burden to Alpha Richard and Luna Jo, who had taken on responsibility of the pack whilst Drake and Steph took some time for themselves in the wake of all that had happened. I had made the decision to move out of the pack house.It was in Rose Cottage that I found my new normal.It had been difficult at first. Moving into what was my former home. A home which I had made with Alexander and our children.But after the first few months, I found myself now finding comfort in the memories I found here.Some modernisations into the new age, and it starting to feel like a home worthy of times I found myself.It
AlexanderI stood in the midst of the carnage around me.My face taking in the blood-soaked field surrounding me impassively. Bodies littered the ground densely. Heads decapitated; limbs ripped from the sockets.Those unfortunate ones that had now been delivered a deathly blow, lay limp on the ground, crying out in pain. Unable to stand up and leave the battle ground under their own steam, they would eventually succumb to a bittersweet end. Their open wounds would eventually become infected, and they would die miserable and in pain as their blood turned to poison in their veins. That is, if hunger did not get there first.Try as I might, I could not feel anything for the miserable souls lying on the ground.This war had raged for two years.Two years of battle and blood.When one battle was fought, the next would begin. All amassing here, at Castle Black.The blood-soaked ground would never be the same again.I watched as great pyres were built to dispose of the bodies. Pile, upon pil
RosalieI followed the rocky path in the moonlight. Wrapping my arms about myself trying to stave off the chilly evening air.I hadn’t come dressed for such an outing. But I couldn’t put it off any longer.Thorns snagged at my jeans and jumper as I kept walking, determined to get where I needed to go. I barely felt the little scratches as I pushed on forwards.By the time the stone circle appeared before me, the crescent moon was almost at its peak.The bright white slither looking down on me and lighting up the clearing with ease. It seemed especially large tonight.“You don’t get to choose my path for me!” I shout at the sky. I had no idea if she would hear me or not. I guess I am no longer her daughter. I am merely a human.I waited, perhaps for an answer, but none came.Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, one foot in front of the other until I came to the central alter stone. Placing a hand on the hard, cold surface and waited.I am not sure what I was expecting. Even after t
RosalieI woke up to a blinding light coming through the window. Blinking in the early morning sun, using my own hand to shield my eyes from the blinding sun.As my body caught up with the rude awakening, I slowly became more aware of the ache radiating through my body. Every inch from my neck down to my pelvis felt abused.My mind slowly caught up with itself. And for a moment in a blind panic, I realised what happened the day before.Sitting up with a start, looking over to the empty side of the bed.He was gone. Landon was not there. I reached out a hand and felt the sheets. They were cold. He had been gone for some time.Wrapping my bedsheet about my naked body, taking in the wrecked bookcase, the contents now littered over the bedroom floor, I moved to the mirror. Taking in my apparent, “just fucked” appearance. My hair held an uncanny resemblance to a bird’s nest, my lips puffy and red. I should have been aware of how fragile my human body was without the protection and healing
Rosalie“Don’t stop!” I gasp, as he suckled on my collar bone and over my breast. I could feel everything right down into the pit of my stomach. And I could feel myself growing slick under his touch.“Fuck Rosie, you scent is so fucking amazing.” Landon all but growled, his teeth clenching as my top was ripped from my torso and discarded in a pile of rags on top of the broken bookcase.His large hand pushed aside the cup of my bra and fondled the delicate skin of my nipples. His teeth grazing them in turn with want, teasing each peak to a point.“Ohhh!” I moan my hips thrusting towards him, looking for more. “Landon, please.” I moan, begging him for something. I wasn’t sure what, but I just knew I needed more.Landon seemed to know exactly what I wanted without the need to be told. In the next moment, I found myself pulled away from the wall and laid out onto the soft covering of the bed. The rest of my clothes easily discarded so I was laid out in nothing by my underwear. My boobs po
RosalieSilence.That was all I could hear.Silence.It was deafening.It had been a fortnight since Tenebris had been vanquished.Since Steph had been killed.The Eclipse pack was in full mourning for the loss of a daughter. And there seemed to be no end to it. Not that I hoped for an end to it.I simply couldn’t bring myself to believe it was real.Steph had died saving me. And the guilt that surrounded me was overwhelming.“Rosie?” There was a gentle knock on the door. I turned to find Landon stood in the doorway, a tray of food in his hands. “Rosie, you need to eat something. It has been days.”He was right. I hadn’t eaten more than a mouthful of anything since it happened. Nothing tasted right. He all just felt like ash in my mouth.Landon had been patient with me. Even though he was in mourning himself. He still made sure to look after me. I was grateful for him. With him by myside life was a little more bearable.“Alpha Richard has declared that the pack begin to move out of mo