Brandon Rogers Characters Novels & Stories

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

She was helping them to fight the rogues while Flora went outside the house. The battle took a long time, and the last rogues were killed by Brandon, "Hey! That's enough!" Tyros stopped Brandon right away when he tried to attack the rogue again. "He is still breathing!" Brandon said and glared at Tyros. "We need one of them to be alive!" Tyros told him, which made Brandon stop hurting the rogue again.

"Great!" Roger is sitting at a bar, it's late afternoon and he has been throwing back shot after shot. Aiden walks into the bar and takes a seat next to roger he signals the bartender and orders a drink. " Can I have two of what he is having, please? Trouble in paradise?" "I need you to leave me alone." "Roger we've just found each other again, how can I just leave you, the game just started, are you ready for round two?" "Jessica wants nothing to do with me so there is no game." "Roger my friend the game is over when I say it's over." A young man walks over to Aiden and sits next to him. "Have you met Jasper?" Roger looks over at Jasper, he is a young man in his late teens with a thin musta

Suddenly, the world was black. Brandon gently reined in Fiona’s mare. He patiently coaxed her from a full gallop into a fast walk while he looked around for signs of the witchdoctor. Bog did the same. Although the two had only just met, there was an unspoken sense of comradeship formed the minute Brandon responded to Bog’s plea for help. Loyalty was a treasured character of a watcher and Brandon’s kindness had won his loyalty.

It swung open just as I reached it, and I came face to face with the last person I wanted to see. Rogers. The third Lycan brother. He was massive, even bigger than Damon, with a thick beard and eyes that gleamed with malicious intelligence. "Well, well," he rumbled. "What do we have here? A little mouse in the lion's den?" I tried to dart past him, but he was faster than he looked. His hand shot out and grabbed my arm, yanking me back with enough force to make me stumble. "Let me go," I demanded, trying to pull free.

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

He looked like a leader—severe, but not too severe, but not entirely kind, either. “Stephanie Marielle Channer,” he said like a greeting and a condemnation. “Tyler Alexander Rogers.” Tyler dipped his head. It was a genuinely respectful gesture. “Alpha Raff Caldwell of the Stone Peak pack. It’s an honor to see you after so many years—” “And this was not how I imagined our reunion,” Raff interrupted, gravely and brusque. “Grayson Rogers is a pillar of the Twelve, as were all of your forefathers. When I received news that a rogue and his son and heir….”

”Jeff and Brandon are Brothers? TBC

He was an only child and did not understand such a strong bond between siblings. Roger quickly held back the tears when Bradly came in. He said without looking at him, “Thank you for sending my sister to the hospital.” “No problem,” Bradley said. Then, he suddenly asked, “How old are you?” Roger replied, “I’m nineteen years old.” “You’re pretty young.” Bradley stared at Roger a little longer and said, “Did anyone say you looked like your sister?” Roger ignored him. ‘He’s quite introverted,’ Bradley thought to himself quietly. His introverted personality was unfit for the entertainment industry, but his face was very good-looking for films.

“No doubt why Lee is so much into books. I bet after reaching your age; she will also give lectures like you.” “Sorry, Mon amour. I just carried away.” Brandon chuckled and forwarded his hand toward Sophia. Sophia held his hand and smiled at him before sitting beside him. “So, what were you talking about?” Sophia asked, wondering how these two got along. “Nothing. I was telling him about Black Council, the hub of rogues.” Brandon said, on which Sophia furrowed his eyebrow, wondering why Theodore was interested in these things. “They practically kill one another to survive. And only the strongest could survive there.”