Gambit Rogue Comic Novels & Stories

Andrew is crying now, sobbing against me and screaming for his mother. We both crash into the snow as Alice screams. She scrambles away from us before rushing back to kick the Rogue in the head. The impact is so strong that she manages to push it off me, allowing me to get up. However, as soon as I’m back on my feet, I feel it, the warm gush of blood on my back, steaming in the cold snow. I immediately turn around, raising my fist to punch through the Rogue’s skull, mustering all my strength. My fist goes right through, breaking skin and muscle and bone. The Rogue falls to the ground, bleeding and completely useless. But as soon as it heaves its last breath, another figure comes rushing from

For two years, everyone believed I was dead. And maybe, in a way, I was. I disappeared after making one of the most foolish and reckless mistakes of my life. I trusted the wrong man. Jacob Draven. Our uncle. The Rogue King. He was ruthless enough to experiment on Rogues, twisting their bodies and minds until they became ferals—mindless creatures that knew nothing but bloodshed and destruction. And for a while, I unknowingly helped him. By the time I discovered the truth, it was already too late. Kael and Lyra eventually found Jacob, brought his reign of terror to an end, and killed him.

He's quiet so long I don't think he's going to respond, when he clears his throat saying, "You're on the Crimson Shadow Pack lands." My head whips back to where he's sitting as I intake a big gulp of air, my eyes going wide. These are the rogue pack lands. I try to recall everything I learned about rogues and pause when I remember where the lands are located, but there's no way I could be where I think I am. "Are we in Oregon?" I say hesitantly, not totally sure I want the answer. "Yes." Is all he says shifting in his chair and I am struck with the sudden thought that he seems nervous.

My mother closes the mind link and stands next to my father, who checks our invites by the two Crescent Moon warriors. Rogues are wolves who have been banished or rejected from their packs. The majority of rogues are criminals; they have no rules or morals. They attack at the slightest sign of weakness, raping women and killing anyone in their path. In other words, they cause chaos and destruction.

It was also injured, a gust on his shoulder was so bad that made him stalk limply. The floor was bathed in blood. Two of Guston’s men were injured but not fatal. Three dead from the rogues, and two were barely breathing. “Surrender now, rogue. You can still save your men and come back to fight another day,” Amelia said. “You know you’re outnumbered, and you can’t win this.” The moment the rogue got distracted and aimed his fangs at Amelia, Guston ran in his direction and sunk his teeth at the rogue’s neck, tearing it apart.

Rogan appeared from the side and pounced on the rogue closest to Nina. “GET YOUR DISGUSTING BEINGS AWAY FROM WHAT IS MINE!!!” Rogan screamed as he attacked the first rogue. All he had to do was send a powerful slash at the rogue with his claws and it flew back a few meters and a terrible gash had appeared on its stomach. It cried out in pain.

"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.

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 raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

MIRA POV The first round of The Rogue Gambit Championship began at 10:00 AM under the harsh, industrial work lights of the Red Hook warehouse. Outside, a storm battered the Brooklyn waterfront, gale-force winds whipping rain against the tin roof and rattling the cracked glass windows. Inside, our industrial space heaters kept the space warm, the air thick with the smell of brewing coffee, wet wool, and intense mental concentration. Over two million viewers were tuned into our live digital broadcast stream.