90's Rogue And Gambit Novels & Stories

“Is that…?” I couldn’t even answer. Gab. He stood there fearlessly, facing the rogues without a hint of fear. His eyes were cold and sharp, locked on them. His face showed no emotion, yet his presence alone was enough to make them step back in fear. The rogues took a step back. One of them growled. “It’s him?” Another rogue tried to attack him, but Gab caught his wrist mid-air and twisted it. A loud snap echoed. The rogue screamed before Gab slammed him into a tree.

She laughs a little as she says, "I would have thought that was obvious! You pushed my boundaries, so I thought I would have a try at yours..." "You are going to make me lose control soon..." I growl as my hips move slightly with the rhythm of her mouth. "What if they are looking for something?" Brett asks. "They could be, but what? What would rogues be looking for?" Raphael taps away on his laptop before saying, "Rogues are not interested in much unless it's a good fight, free food, mischief or..." I growl a little not hearing the rest of what he was saying, the next thing I hear is from Brett,

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

“We don’t have time for games. Speak.” The rogue spat blood onto the ground and then glared up at Ardan defiantly. “I won’t tell you anything.” “You will,” I said, stepping forward to meet his eyes. I crouched so we were eye level. “Because I know how this works. You follow orders. You’re not a leader—you’re a pawn. And I don’t think you want to die for someone else’s game.” The rogue’s jaw tightened, but his confidence faltered. I could see it—the slight sign of uncertainty behind his eyes. Ardan’s powerful presence, beside me, didn’t hurt either.

“I wouldn’t say that with such confidence. The requests he makes, the prices he sets, they tend to be pretty… personal.” “Personal? How so?” Braxton nodded, “To get into the pack, he made a rogue omega Kiara hand over a pendant necklace which belonged to her mother. It was the last thing she had to remember her dead parents by and Camden took it from her like it meant nothing. It was just some kind of twisted trophy and the rest of us were left having to help look after a distraught and grieving eleven year old little girl.” Adira hated to admit it, but that was much worse than what she had been expecting and she couldn’t help but wonder what Camden might ask of her in exchange for his help.

Tonight, I would need them more than ever. I focused my energy, clearing my mind as best as I could. The world around me blurred as I reached deep inside, tapping into the thread of time that connected everything. My vision shifted, the battlefield unfolding before me as though I could see every movement, every strategy. The rogues’ advance was carefully calculated, a series of waves designed to overwhelm us. I could feel their tactics, the way they moved, the way they intended to strike. I didn’t need to guess anymore. I could see it all. The rogues planned to push us into the narrowest part of the festival grounds, where they would trap us. They were aiming for the center—the sacred grove

the first rogue said, nodding at my description. I eyed the rogues suspiciously. Should I trust them? But they looked trust-worthy enough. They weren’t that rough-looking. Their clothes were clean. They looked like they were pretty high up in the rogue hierarchy. At the very least, they had money. “We saw them. The Gamma and his little boy toy,” the rogue had scoffed. “EX-Gamma, you mean,” the other one chuckled. “Right. He’s no one’s gamma anymore. Just a rogue like the rest of us!”

"You can try, but don't expect me to just watch. I will crush you to pulp, Hamilton." Cain laughed sarcastically. "Let's see. Let's see who will beg for mercy, Ryder. You picked the wrong opponent." Rogue lifted his chin as a devilish smirk curved in his lips. His dark eyes were dangerously looking at Cain as if he could already see the pit of hell where he would send the latter. Rogue's a ruthless businessman, I know. He won't be so damn successful if he's not good in business. He won't be on top, if he's not manipulative and ruthless.

“Then you can send him mine.” The rogue chuckled darkly. “He knew you would follow.” Of course he did. That was the entire point. Ronan stepped beside me, his own claws gleaming in the dim light. “You talk too much.” The rogue’s grin widened further. “Oh, but we must. The master enjoys games.” Marcus roared. “I don’t.” I moved first.The forest blurred around me as Marcus surged forward. The first rogue barely had time to raise its claws before my hand tore through its throat.