Gambit Rogue Comic Novels & Stories

She looks a little sad that the fight ended so soon. “Twenty rogues dead. One alive,” Nolan states. “Only minor injuries on our side. Two of our warriors were bit, but they’re already healing.” “I’ve never seen rogues behave like a pack before,” I say. “Lots of packs think rogues aren’t capable of pack life, but that’s just not true,” Paige interjects. “Rogues are still wolves. They will still form a pack, but they won’t be as compassionate as regular wolves. They’ll also be a little more impulsive. However, if rogues are attacking the biggest pack around, then someone is pulling the strings. Rogues would never risk so much unless someone or something has promised them a substantial reward.

Damian couldn't help but ponder his feelings upon realizing that his kind had stooped to such a level, capable of inflicting harm on other races just to satisfy their desires. Approaching the bed, Damian's presence went unnoticed by the rogue, who continued his deeds while the mortal woman cried, her gaze fixed in Damian's direction. The woman noticed Damian's sharp claws, ready to take a life, while the rogue remained oblivious, thoroughly enjoying his actions. "You're not stopping yet? You're too busy with what you're doing," Damian commented before the rogue could even look back, his sharp claws piercing deep into the rogue's chest, causing him to collapse on the bed, gasping for breath.

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.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

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.

There was black smoke surrounding it, just like Nathan's men I had seen. "Dennis? Dennis not there. That's Rogue, run Dennis," I shouted anxiously. Dennis didn't want me to get hurt. The rogue grin made saliva drip from its fangs, as the Rogue was about to attack me again. Dennis stood and blocked the Rogue. I shrieked to see the claws of the Rogue stuck deep enough in Dennis's stomach "no," I shouted no. Tears fell down my cheeks. My mind was messed up, seeing Dennis lying helpless, and his stomach was bleeding.

"Alpha, we have a visual on a transport. Southeast quadrant. Sending the link." Logan hissed a curse and signaled the pilot to dive. In the field, I had given up hope. I stared at the grey sky, hearing the distant, rhythmic thumping of rotors. "I'm going to break you," the rogue whispered, unbuckling his heavy belt to bind my wrists. Before the buckle could click, a shadow fell over us. A hand reached down, grabbed the rogue by the shoulder, and hurled him twenty feet across the field like a rag doll.