Clone Trooper Dogma Novels & Stories

The entire arena was a blood bath, clashes of teeth and claws. The rogues moved like shadows, unlike the behavior of a typical rogue which was mindless with only a desire to kill. These ones had a mission. They were quick and aggressive. They were coordinated. I didn’t wait. I launched into the fray and Leo took charge once I turned into my wolf, tackling a rogue mid-lunge. My claws sank into his side, throwing him into a tree. Another came from the left Christopher intercepted, his teeth sank into the rogue’s neck ripping it clean off. The rogue’s head hit the ground seconds later.

CM throws Pandora to the ground and shifts into his brown and white wolf Rogue. Pandora looked at her Midnight her father's black Alpha wolf growling before he attacked a wolf. Midnight rips the wolf's head and gives Rogue a death stare. El Rey Alpha Keema’s wolf spits a wolf leg on the ground and sinks his teeth into another wolf’s shoulder, tearing it apart. Shota Paulo's wolf has killed three rogues and eyeing CM when CM's brother Aldis’s wolf Pace jumps on his back. Shota quickly fell backward. Pace loosened his hold and Shota stood up and clawed the wolf's chest. Pace whines until he stops breathing.

I need to baby that leg, if I get pushed on it it will give out again and I am at risk if two rogues are over me when fighting. As I continue moving back and forth waiting for them to make the first move, the first rogue runs at me swiping at my front paw. He catches it tearing the skin. As he flies by I catch his neck and slam him to the ground. As the other rogue jumps again on my back, I finish the first rogue off by clawing his stomach; his intestines pour out. He can’t survive that attack and is quickly dying.

I parried a rogue's attack, the weight of my own sword sending it flying back with a satisfying "thunk." The battle raged around me. Logan, a furry wrecking ball of claws and teeth, tore through the enemy ranks like a one-man demolition crew. His alpha strength was on full display, sending rogues flying with every swipe. Portland, our resident healer who looked more like a kindly grandpa than a dude who throws exploding pouches, darted between the fighting, tossing wolfsbane like confetti. We couldn't afford for him to get hurt, not with this many rogue mutts around.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

He picked up the little gold box that had the trinket that was meant for his offering to the new Royal. Rex couldn’t explain why, but he felt his future in this box. A knocking at the door almost made him drop the box. Standing up, he threw a shirt on and headed to the door. “Boss? Sorry to bother you, but Damien’s scouts are tracking the Rogues that were shadowing us. They are taking up positions around the grounds. We are prepared for them, but I want to know their endgame before they pull the trap door out.” Makai growled.

I wasn’t sure if Luna had informed him of the decision this late at night. Seeing my silence, Kelvin let out a low, mocking laugh, his gaze dripping with contempt. His wolf mirrored the same smugness, as though no one but him could ever be my mate. He turned to Amanda and said, with exaggerated sarcasm, “You’re mistaken, my Luna. There is one more option—a rogue wolf. You remember him, don’t you? The one exiled from our pack three years ago. Oh right... I nearly forgot I even had a younger brother.”

, Marlow said solemnly. “Alpha Christian Xavier, you have plotted against your people to destroy the harmony we've built over the years. You have been careless with our peace and most especially our safety. And for that I hereby banished you and everybody who chooses to follow you. You're never to return unless you undo what has been done!” He was now a Rogue wolf!

They all jumped up and took off, the wolves sprinting for the closest wall to leap over, the mages shifting into birds and scattering into the sky. It was over. I couldn’t believe it. We had taken Brookstone, and it wasn’t as hard as I’d thought it would be. But then… I had an amazing pack of wolves and mages. I shouldn’t have ever doubted they’d be able to help me get my ancestral lands back so quickly.

Pain flared, but I spun, kicking its jaw, sending it crashing. Dax burst in, his claws slashing, warriors behind him. “Vera!” he yelled, tackling a rogue. My wolf purred, relief hitting, but the fight wasn’t over. I glanced at Adam, who just watched, his eyes wide. “Help or get out!” I snapped, ducking another rogue’s claws. He scrambled for the tablet, his fingers shaking as he typed. “I’m sending the false drop point,” he said, his voice trembling. I growled, not trusting him, but focused on the rogue lunging at me, my claws ripping through its flank.