Gambit X Rogue Novels & Stories

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 mused, her tone laced with mockery. The third rogue, the largest of the three, remained silent. His cold, calculating stare lingered on Damien, his stance radiating restrained aggression. Damien took a slow step forward, his eyes dark with warning. “What I see are three soon-to-be dead rogues picking a fight they won’t win.” His voice was low, lethal, and certain.

MIRA POV The first round of The Rogue Gambit Championship began at 10:00 AM under the harsh, industrial work lights of the Red Hook warehouse. Outside, a storm battered the Brooklyn waterfront, gale-force winds whipping rain against the tin roof and rattling the cracked glass windows. Inside, our industrial space heaters kept the space warm, the air thick with the smell of brewing coffee, wet wool, and intense mental concentration. Over two million viewers were tuned into our live digital broadcast stream.

"And the rogues?" I asked. "Did we send a message to them?" Austin smiled, that cold, empty smile that I'd come to recognize as him being particularly pleased about something. "Hask arrived at their camp with news that the pack is now fully reorganized under a new Alpha, that our intelligence network has been dismantled, and that anyone from the pack found assisting them will be permanently exiled. He also arrived wounded, because I made sure the sentries managed to get one good slash in as he escaped. The rogues now know that helping defectors will give them injured resources and no information advantage." He moved his king forward with deliberate care. "It's the optimal outcome. They'll pr

Or had he chosen to ignore me? I stayed hidden, watching as he moved with purpose toward the battlefield outside the palace walls. The enemy warriors were still there — rogues and traitors led by a tall, broad-shouldered man with a cruel face. Xavier carved through them like a storm. His claws sliced through flesh with terrifying precision. Talon fought beside him, swift and brutal. Even some of the lower ranks had joined the fight. But Xavier was unstoppable. He pushed forward until he reached the rogue leader. Their clash was savage. Growls shook the ground. Blood sprayed. The rogue was strong, but Xavier was stronger, faster, and filled with raw fury. In the end, with one final brutal str

"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.

In the past, some of their precognition abilities were so inaccurate that their own clients had them slaughtered for poor fortune-telling. Tate tried not to get too distracted by what he was seeing, and focused on capturing the rogues. With an authoritative howl into the sky, he pounced forward and blocked the rogues’ way, stopping them from running any further. The rogues came to an abrupt halt as they whimpered, an express cry for mercy.

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.

When I turned around and looked at Luke, I knew there was only one thing I could do. I took a deep breath, this next part was not going to be easy. “I’ll do you one better.” I said, trying to sound confident. “I, Alpha Hudson Evergreen, hereby resign from being Alpha of the Red Ridge pack and declare myself a Rogue.” I fell to my knees, gritting my teeth and panting heavily to fight the pain that surged through me. Occupied with the pain, I almost didn’t register the shocked gasps and voices coming from the crowd.

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.