90's Rogue And Gambit Novels & Stories

His fur was dripping wet from the pond I had been about to jump into, and the excitement of my escape vanished when his heavy paw pressed down onto the center of my back, his claws digging into my skin. I groaned from the impact, my ribs protesting as I tried to wiggle free and failed due to the enormous wolf holding me down. A combination of fear and a thrilling kind of excitement that I didn’t quite recognize filled me as he released a low, threatening growl and goosebumps rose along my skin. We rarely had rogues this close to the border, but this was no ordinary rogue. From my brief glimpse of him, I knew I was in trouble before he had collided with me. He was twice the size of any ordina

My thoughts would always flutter back to him again, thinking about what would have happened if I had fought him instead of calling a bluff. Maybe I'd have finished college by now. Be somewhere else. My brother made me a rogue, but at least I found my family among other rogues. I thought everything was a mistake and maybe I was cursed, but what if everything that happened to me led me to Sera? Maybe all the pain would be worth it then. I released a deep sigh, scraping the pocket knife along the wood. Little tan shavings clung to my sweatpants and bare chest as the cube started to take shape. What it was turning into…I still didn't know. Maybe it was a turtle…or a bird. Maybe a tree?

“I still have to survive the council first. I don’t know much about your world, but it’s obvious that rogues are not liked. I didn’t realize before that I wasn’t only protecting my freedom, I was also breaking your laws.” I might as well begin using the lies needed to build my innocent image. His eyes stayed sharp, and I was not sure he believed me. “Rogues are usually trouble. Without the stability of a pack, they lose control of their beasts. We were not created to live alone. It affects the animal’s instincts and mind. But you are very different. You are one of the most stable rogue shifters I’ve ever seen who has lived without a pack since a young age. I think you’ll be fine.”