Blaze And Rouge Novels & Stories

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.

“I grew too close to you. I wanted you outside of work. I wanted to pretend I was yours every single time we were together but I knew I could never have you. I knew I was just a sex toy to you. You paid me solely for sex and I could never have anything more from you.” His face quickly turned toward me. “Why could you never have more with me?” Pushed down the lump at the reminder of what I couldn’t have. My fingers raised and gently touched the bare portion of his firm chest that was exposed. “Because you’re a fireman, and I’m nothing but a prostitute.” “No,” he said as he caught my fingers and raised them to his lips to kiss. “I’m Alaric , and you’re Stella.” My heart shattered into a millio

Merciless and enhanced powered rouge's easily wrecking beta's and destroying our every defence. It definitely ain't a battle one will wish beholding. I sigh. This ain't no walk over situation. What devious sechemes have the rouge's. What devious plans have they?. To extinct or rule over this every pack?. To turn tables and make us the slaves?. I gasp then morph my tightened fist. We're all in grave danger. Every pack is in grave danger. Red blood pack is the most powerful pack of the century but defeating the rouge's was barely possible.

“Rouge... harder, please—” I panicked. I needed to get out. I took a shaky step backward, my hand reaching for the doorknob. Rouge stopped. He froze completely mid-thrust, his thick, rigid length still buried deep inside his woman. The woman looked confused. Slowly, terrifyingly, Rouge turned his head over his scarred shoulder. His eyes weren't silver. They weren't icy blue. They were a burning, lethal crimson. The moment his gaze locked onto mine, I felt that again, I am in danger...

“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.”

The conquest was brutal, efficient, and overwhelming. "We're winning," I heard myself think in the vision. "We're actually going to take the Crescent Moon Pack." Fire consumed buildings. Screams echoed through the smoke. This wasn't a clean victory, this was devastation, the kind that would be remembered for generations as the day rogues proved they could destroy even the strongest packs. And through it all, Raven and Aria fought side by side. Partners in conquest. King and Queen of a new order built on the ashes of the old.

I hear my dad say before I slam my phone shut. I pull the covers over my eyes and picture my Mama's smiling face. Her beautiful grey eyes and blonde hair, I can imagine her just as beautiful as ever with her faded cotton gown walking through the grapevines. I know she's in a better place. It doesn't make it any easier or better. One thing for sure is I will keep my promise. From today forward, I will no longer be Benedetto Amato. I will only answer to Axon Blaze. My father is dead to me, and so is my beloved Mama. I will never go back to the family again, but I will have my revenge.

·Third Person· Estelle's eyes are glowing in blood red. The sharp claws on her fingers are growing the same as her fur and tails. She became hidden in the evening with no stars and a red moon as her fur grew the color of Vantablack. Estelle seems like a void with no lights but a bloody red eye with a black iris. When Estelle finally shifted into her Wolf form, every Lycan that witnessed her shifting was shocked because they had never heard of a Lycan that had shifted into their Wolf form at such a young age except now. They also never saw a wolf with fur like a void of nothingness.

How can she let me suffer all these years when destroying our enemy was so easy? I catch a glimpse of Luna Nala with the corner of my eye, falling on her knees and holding her chest. I don’t know much about these things but that’s probably the pain of their bond ending. I can’t say I am sorry though. She will be fine and I hope she will get a decent second chance mate. Charred flesh smell fill the air. A smell that seem to fuel my vengeful wolf. Nina’s whole fur is red like flames but I can’t tell when the actual fur ends and becomes flames or if the flames are what make her fur.

I lay there in a daze as the house behind me lit up in flames. I stared at it, my heart a hollow drum. I should’ve been terrified. I should’ve run. But I just... watched it burn. The woman’s words played again and again in my mind. We share blood. He must never know. I need you to survive. Who was he? “Eztli!” Matthew’s voice cut through my haze. He ran up, crouching beside me. “Are you okay? What the hell happened?” I looked at him. Really looked.