Gambit Rogue Comic Novels & Stories

I warned, “just tell me who sent you, and I might just change my mind and only imprison you instead of bathing this soil with your blood.” I should have expected less from a rogue. They were lawless creatures. Wild and relentless. This one in front of me had no exemption. He didn’t bother to consider my offer to spare his life. He pounced quickly, aiming for the unconscious pup on the ground. And just then, we lost it. Dexter moved, fluidly and aggressively, taking a forceful strike at the rogue’s vulnerable throat. With the blinking of an eye, we clawed out his throat in a single strike.

I braced myself as another rogue lunged at me, his jaws aimed for my throat. I twisted, managing to evade his bite, and struck him hard with a swipe of my claws, sending him reeling back with a yelp. The rogue regained his footing, growling low as he prepared to attack again. But before he could make a move, Jerry lunged from the side, catching him off guard and tackling him to the ground. I watched as Jerry's teeth sank into the rogue’s shoulder, his grip unrelenting, until the rogue went limp beneath him. The remaining rogues hesitated, their snarls faltering as they took in the sight of their fallen comrades. I could sense their fear, their uncertainty. They hadn’t expected this level of

I leapt at the second rogue knocking him off of the warrior but as we rolled the rogue landed on top of me with his teeth snapping at my face. My interference allowed the warrior to counter attack and sink his fangs into the rogue's throat and rip it open, coating me with the blood. The battle was nearly over and I saw Gamma Xavier’s wolf Torch do something to one of the rogue’s that looked like the rogue was being electrocuted. The wolf dropped to the ground in a jittering, drooling heap and the remaining rogues began to run away. I started to run in their direction when Thunder, Alpha Kieran’s wolf, gave the command to stand down and I stopped.

His wolf surged forward, lending his blows a brutal strength that shattered the rogue’s defenses. Liam ducked under the broad rogue’s swipe, his body moving with lightning reflexes. He drove his fist into the rogue’s gut, then another into his ribs. “You don’t touch my family!” he snarled, his eyes blazing with golden light. Graham’s growl was deep and guttural as he tackled the broad rogue alongside Lucas, their combined weight sending him crashing into a stack of crates that splintered under the impact. Meanwhile, Aiden danced around the wiry rogue, each strike precise, measured.

Blows were exchanged, yet no matter how many limbs I severed, they sprouted anew as if I were battling undead rogues. A deafening bang in the distance threw me off my game; the direction from which it echoed was precisely where my gamma had been stranded. That fleeting moment of distraction afforded one of the rogues the perfect opportunity to land a vicious strike in my stomach area. I refused to be taken down without dragging a few rogues along. At that moment, I yearned for a blowtorch, curious to witness their attempt at regenerating an entire body.

Lucian was on my right shoulder and that kept my composure in check. “Okay everybody, this is Ruby, and in case you’ve forgotten, she is assisting with the rogue problem,” the previously mentioned warrior began, his expression rather cautious. “Let’s see what she’s got,” one of the warriors said, extending his hands in deep impatience. “What do you wish to know?” “I want to know about the rogues you’ve encountered, if you have any. Any particular information will be appreciated,” I started off, my tone collected. “I fought two of them last week,” a tall endowed warrior with dark-shaggy hair joined in. “They were faster than any rogue I have ever come across. As if they were some supernatural

Zander demanded, his voice a dangerous growl. The rogue smirked, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “You think this is over? It’s just the beginning.” “Answer me!” Zander roared, shaking the rogue. The rogue’s smirk widened. “It’s not just your territory we want, it's her.” Zander froze, his mind racing. Before he could press further, the rogue’s body went limp, his neck snapping as if by an unseen force. Liam stepped closer, his face pale. “What the hell just happened?”

The Rogue whimpered as he laid on the ground, the brick cracked behind him from the impact, before he went limp. That was two Rogues… But there had been three. I spun around then to see that the final Rogue, a smaller and scrappier one, was hungrily sniffing at Moana. A low, thunderous growl rumbled in my throat as I stalked closer to him. At the same time, a loud lightning strike lit up the sky. The Rogue slowly lifted his head, his dopey eyes shifting back and forth. When he realized that he was the only one left and that his leader was possibly even dead, he quickly turned tail and ran like a coward without even a moment of hesitation.

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him. Ryan growled loudly and attacked head-on, bursting to the side of the wolf, throwing it out of his way, his huge jaws clamping down on the wolf nearby and crushing it in an instant. Another Rogue tried to jump on his back, he turned midway and caught one of its legs a shook his head vigorously, the body of the rogues bounced around like a rag doll before Ryan threw him away. His paws scratched and tore through the flesh of the approaching wolves, one by one. Within minutes, seven of the rogue wolves were dead. Ryan looked around t