Gambit X Rogue Novels & Stories

“You have twenty minutes to leave this pack or face the consequences rogue!. The gamma of the pack rudely said to me as he kicked me in my stomach. I scream as I feel the pain. But I knew if I keep lying down there, they will carry out their threats and actually harm me. So With the little strength that I have left, I got up and did the only thing a rogue knows how to do. I ran. **** It’s been two days since I have been running non-stop. I was tired both physically, emotionally and mentally. Being a rogue means that you can be attacked or killed by any pack, vampires or hunters or other rogues. Every pack thinks every rogue is bad. That is basically because before you will get banned from yo

Rogues were flooding through the gates—fast, and clearly coordinated. I didn’t hesitate. I lunged at the first rogue I saw, my claws tearing through their muscle and bones. Blood sprayed everywhere but I needed to protect my territory., my heart thundered, and all I could think about was Freya. I needed to end this. Fast. Xavier fought beside me, fierce and unrelenting. More warriors poured into the fray, and still the rogues came. It was like they knew our defenses were down. Like they’d been sent.

They fought with reckless abandon, accepting wounds that would stop normal wolves if it meant getting closer to their targets. I realized Vivian had found vampire allies who'd enhanced the rogues somehow, probably with blood magic or chemical treatments that gave them temporary abilities beyond their natural limits. It made them far more dangerous than standard rogues. "Protect the children!" I shouted to the nearest guards while engaging three rogues myself. They came at me in coordinated patterns, one attacking high while another went low and the third circled for my blind spot. Professional tactics rather than the wild fighting rogues usually employed. I tore the first one's throat out wi

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.

Seven threateningly huge Rogues had walked into the camp and they were walking straight to my warriors. They looked like the seven Rogue leaders I had described before and they radiated strength with their every stride. But they didn’t scare me. Size didn’t matter in the Werewolf games. I looked back at the Chicken Rogue and he was still smiling. “Look.” He directed my gaze back to the seven muscly Rogues. Two of my warriors were dashing towards the Rogues now but then one of the Rogues caught them and within some dreadful seconds, my warriors were thrown stiffly to the ground, blood-stained, bones fractured and maimed.

Rogue replied and casted healing on Lucifer, healing the injuries she gained during the war. The duo stood up and hand in hand, their eyes were staring directly at the elite pilgrims, they had a job to do and that was to end the war. Nodding, they dashed at Barbatos and Sariel, separating the two. Rogue took Barbatos and the rest of the elite pilgrims while Lucifer took on Sariel. ********** Rogue stood before the members of the elite pilgrims, his face devoid of emotions and a sword made from a dragon's scale manifested in his palm. He had no words for them, he had to kill them immediately without wasting time.

Damien's wolf flipped the rogue all over, tearing his sharp fangs into the rogue's neck. The rogue flipped Damien over with his hind legs, the rogue shifted right that moment, tearing into him. The rogue covered Damien's wolf, I looked around with trembling hands spotting a branch at the side, I took it stabbing the rogue with it. The rogue lets out a low guttural sound turning to face me, his eyes glowing red. The rogue howled loudly, sending chills down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath hitched in my throat. It was coming for me. Run.

His surprise further confirmed what Xander said earlier about the alpha's hate for rogues. “That’s strange, what pack are you from?” “I told you I was a rogue already” “Yeah. But you came from a pack” “Or I was born a rogue” He chuckled. “There is no way you were, I can instantly tell you haven’t been a rogue for so long” “How’s that” I crossed over standing directly in front of him. “Rouges are hostile. You would have snapped at me a hundred times by now” “Or maybe I’m a calm rogue”

It did give me advantage during a fight so I could turn tail and run, which I had been disappointed to learn, but Garrick had told me that it was best for me to get away from trouble if it ever rose, because that’ll allow me to help heal wounded soldiers in battle. “Rogue attacks are getting more erratic. If an attack does happen, we’ll need more healers. Rogues are also known to go for the healer first, so save yourself while we hold the front. Your skills will come in handy in the aftermath.” Garrick had told me after he had shoved me to the ground for the hundredth time, but his words had given me the courage to get up again.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she