Gamble Rogers Camping Novels & Stories

The deer was there eating not knowing that it was going to be a meal for them. Wandering thought the land there were rogues. These rogues were mean and vicious. They had been wandering for a long time when they saw fire. Oh look it here boys there is someone camping. The rogues had no idea that they stumbled upon Alpha Cameron's camp. Well let's see what they have said Stacie the head rogue. They entered the campsite and see Eric sitting there fishing. Well, well what do we have here. All of sudden Eric jumps up and sees these wolves with red eyes.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

“Oh, you’ll get more than a tour, pretty boy.” I clenched my jaw but didn’t say anything as they shoved us forward. They made us walk through the deep brush and thicket of trees in rogue territory for what felt like miles. There was so much smoke in the air from cooking meat it was making my wolf antsy. When we eventually stepped into a large round clearing I could see why there was so much smoke. A massive buffalo turned over an open flame in the center of a crude kind of campground. A crowd of rogues surrounded it, eating and drinking and laughing together. A whole rogue encampment, and their leader sat right there in its midst.

I said quietly and they nodded in response. Another pair of eyes followed our movements and I could hear the pants and wild heartbeat of the rogues. Well, as long as we stick to my advice nothing will go wrong—“ What. The. Fuck?” Millicent whisper yelled. My eyes followed to what they were all looking at. The sight before us was stomach wrenching and very disturbing. Two rogues feasting on another rogue. Cannibalism. “ What should we do now?” Millicent asked. Nobody had the guts to move as the sight was petrifying beyond anything. In a whisper Felix said to the group, “ We can still get through. But we have to be very careful”.

She takes my hand and leads me further into the camp. “We like to travel the country in search of fellow rogues who seek refuge before bringing them back to our pack,” the doctor explains as she walks me around the space. We weave through the tents and I find myself at the centre of the camp. The place is brightly lit with twinkling lights and a warm bonfire and it feels like a safe haven for now. As I approach, a group of rogue members welcomes me with open arms. Some even offer me their snack; roasted potatoes and marshmallows and even beef jerkeys. One pulls out two camping chairs for both the doctor and me. They seem genuine, and I take comfort in their warmth.

She answered it. "Hello?" "Hey, Gab! To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?" "Oh, really? Well, I hadn't thought about going so soon, but yeah, okay." "I'd love to meet your wife. What sort of camping equipment do I need?" "The rifle? I thought the season wasn't open yet." "Oh, right, bears. Yeah, I know all about them." "I'll tell you around the campfire. How's that?" "Okay, I'll meet you at your place Friday evening. How do I get there?"

According to the map, Clay doesn’t have personal guards at his tent, but prefers to have them in a wide circle around his tent and his generals’ tents. Thanks to this, I only have to target the area with the least amount of guards. The map indicated that there were guards every couple of feet except for one spot. I'm not sure why, but there seemed to be only two guards covering the back entrance to the circle of high ranking tents while at least ten guards covered the main entrance. Considering how well the rogue army has accomplished their plans so far, there must be another mastermind behind their movements. If this camp is an indication of Clay's abilities, then with just him leading, the

"I'm fine." His brother's mate was easy to talk to and made a good sounding board. But he doubted she'd want to know he was free-falling into the fire. They pulled up at the base camp before April could push him to talk. Rosalie had never been there before, and the last time she'd gone camping was in her matric year of high school twelve years ago, so she was a little too enthusiastic when she found out they'd be roughing it out. April wasn't so thrilled, though.

Sir Hugo Waverly stood in the shadows of the gambling hell known as the Cockerel. His gaze roved over the mixture of peers and lower-class men gambling and whoring. Rumors of an underground boxing ring run by smugglers had surfaced earlier that morning, and Hugo wanted answers.