Gambit Rogue Comic Novels & Stories

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.

They couldn’t. Another rogue charged toward one of the younger boys. I lunged, slicing the rogue down before he could sink his teeth into the kid’s neck. “Stay behind me,” I barked, yanking the boy back. “You’re no good to us dead.” He nodded quickly, fear in his eyes. I didn’t blame him. These weren’t normal rogues. They were like animals, frenzied, starved, and ready to die just to cause pain. The fire burned near the edges of the courtyard, casting long, shaky shadows. The scent of burning wood mixed with blood. I turned quickly as Graham roared again, taking down two rogues like they were paper dolls.

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

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

I have never seen a man so horrified to discover the truth, it was comical how petrified he looked right now. "In my entire twenty-five years of life this is honestly the first time I have ever seen my brother speechless," Blake managed to say through the laughter. "A rogue? Your mate is a rogue?" "If you want to be technical about the entire thing I am a rogue Alpha. So I guess that puts me a step above your average rogue," I shrugged with a certain confidence about my words. "In that case, I must apologize Blake, I was unaware that she was your mate. I thought you would have marked her by now," and there was Lex's arrogance once more, assuming that he knew everything and had the right to c

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“Told us he was a gamma, back in his pack. Asked if we could buy them a round. Said they were on the lamb. Running for something. I don’t remember what.” “Where were they going?” I asked urgently. “No idea,” the rogue shrugged. “But we bought them a round. The lucid one, he told us about how he’d been exiled. Used to be a gamma? Is that true?” I nodded. I was confused. Lucid one? On the lamb? These two were making it sound like…like Adrian and Storm were in some kind of trouble. “And the other one?” I asked. “He was real pretty,” the rogue said, licking his lips. A sly smile crossed his face. “REAL pretty. That ex-gamma was one lucky man. I’d give my left nut to have a pretty boy like that a

“It doesn’t matter; you’re mated now. I am happy for you.” “What about you? Have you found a mate?” “I did, when I turned 18. She was older by two years. About a week after we met, there was a rogue attack; she was one of the few who didn’t make it. It all made sense why Dylan hated Owen. It isn’t because of who Owen is; it is because Owen is considered a rogue. Dylan probably blames all rogues for losing his mate. “I am sorry to hear that.” I touched his shoulder and gave a sympathetic smile.