Gambit Rogue Comic Novels & Stories

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

A loaded weapon with no safety on. “That’s instability,” I say softly. “That’s fear. Or confusion. Or both.” Carter studies the screen. “It spiked right after the breach.” “Because she felt it,” I reply. “Even if she doesn’t know what it was.” And that excites me more than the broken anchor. Because a stable enemy is predictable. An unstable one? That’s chaos waiting to be shaped. I breathe in slowly. The air smells like wet grass and early morning. Peaceful. Ordinary.

“Is that…?” I couldn’t even answer. Gab. He stood there fearlessly, facing the rogues without a hint of fear. His eyes were cold and sharp, locked on them. His face showed no emotion, yet his presence alone was enough to make them step back in fear. The rogues took a step back. One of them growled. “It’s him?” Another rogue tried to attack him, but Gab caught his wrist mid-air and twisted it. A loud snap echoed. The rogue screamed before Gab slammed him into a tree.

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.

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.

It’s been happening for years, and I myself had been a victim along with my mother, who, at the ripe age of 23, when I was seven, did a gruesome death at the hands of Victor Taylor. And I was there, watching it happen, unable to do a thing because she asked me not to get involved and save myself. I was only a helpless child. My story isn’t different from the story of your average rogue. To be a rogue is to suffer endlessly until eventually, you succumb to the forces of nature working against you. It’s the reason why I never changed my status from a rogue. I am a rogue and will always be one. Giving my pack a pretty name won’t change what I am, which is why I prefer to be known as the Rogue A

"I'm right here." "Alone," the rogue added. Damon stepped between us instantly, his stance lethal. "Not a chance." The rogue exhaled, as if expecting that response. "Then kill me now, because if I don't get to say what I came here to say, you'll regret it soon enough." Silence fell over the warriors. Damon's energy crackled beside me, but I placed a hand on his arm, grounding him. I didn't trust this rogue, but there was something about his certainty, his complete lack of fear, that told me he truly believed what he had to say mattered.

Lance tabbed the table and said, “The reason that brought us here today is one thing—The Rogues.” Everyone nodded along with him. “Rogues are becoming a very serious issue today,” Lance said in a serious voice. “They rob us, they slaughter women and kids, and they burn down our villages. We offered them a peace treaty before but they rejected it and killed our messenger…I think many people here today have been through a rogue attack before. Including my Aurora. I almost lost her to the rogues 6 months ago.” Damien’s body strained. He looked over to Aurora. But she had her eyes fixed on Lance’s face and completely ignored Damien’s gaze.

The sight before me was a testament to the ferocity of the encounter and it made my wolf angry. Gamma Raymond's strained voice reached my ears, his words laced with frustration and pain. "The rogue... he was unlike anything we've encountered before," he managed to utter, blood staining his lips. "He overpowered us, refused to shift back, and... he vanished." The gravity of the situation settled heavily upon my shoulders, a sense of foreboding creeping into my thoughts. A lone rogue should not have been able to overpower a group of highly trained warriors, especially not under Gamma Raymond's leadership.

I look around the battlefield again and I see a pup and her mother who didn't make it to the safehouse and 3 rogues are advancing on them so I rush towards them and jump on the back of one rogue biting down on it's throat until it stops moving then I face the other two rogues who attack me and I dodge as I look at the mother and child and gesture with my head to run and they do. The two rogues attack me again, and I scratch one in the face with my claws, distracting it while I bite down on the other rogue's throat, tearing out his throat. The other rogue attacks me from behind, and I kick it away with my hind legs before turning around and biting at its neck, but it dodges and somehow manage