Giantess Rouge Novels & Stories

If the rogue was looking at rain, then this was going to be worse than what I thought it was. "I said the same thing, and Owen was very certain that the rogue was looking at Rain and not them." Dennis said, and when I looked at him, I could see the anger that he held in them that Luna's life was being threatened. "I want to know where this rogue came from and who, if any, sent him" I said with authority and both Alex and Dennis nodded their heads standing up and walking out the door. I let out a sigh, looking out the window, and thinking back to this morning and all the anger that has just built up with the new information that Rain might be the target and that my baby is in trouble. I look

It stood easily twice as tall as her and outweighed her by a minimum of two hundred pounds. Without an ounce of hesitation Miss Evens started to shift. The sight causing Grave to slide to a stop. Watching in stunned disbelief as her clothes ripped, her body growing, and brownish red fur covered her body. Neither Grace nor I could rap our minds around what we were seeing. Miss Evens transformed into a giant Lycan; half again as big as the monstrosity we were chasing. Her claws digging into the other's shoulders, I could hear his collar bone snapping. She flung him into the room across the hall before bounding after. The sound of claws on tile, light fixtures and furniture breaking. The buildi

EREBUS Today is the day of the ball and there is too much to do but all I want to do is to lie here and be next to this vixen that the Moon Goddess gave to me. The light breaking in through the windows casts a halo around her and she looks like a goddess herself. Her long, dark hair sparkles in the light and her eyelashes flutter as she sleeps. The runes on her arms that were once black are now a glowing silver color. Every time I touch her body the runes shimmer brightly as if they are emitting their own light. Wrapping my arms around her I pull her in for one last cuddle and her bare ass wiggles against my body. Even in her sleep she manages to turn me on. Slowly and carefully I rem

*** Walking along the corridor hastily, Regina’s pace was cut off when a hard turn in an intersection, she saw the root cause of her eldest son’s poor state: Ysabelle Rogratiatto. The lovely fall of the woman’s dark brownish hair, the vibrancy of her fair skin, and the fresh pink blush of her cheeks defined all that is the word youth and beauty. She looked ethereal wearing an emerald green sleeveless dress and beige stilettos. A pair of flower-shaped pearl earrings and necklace decorated her ears and slender neck, making her look like a woman of stature: of wisdom and strength.

She wore a scowl that Kronos suspected was usual for her. She had piercing blue eyes, a large nose and small rounded ears. Runes were engraved on her skin, a characteristic only those of Augar Giant Tribe descent shared. She wore a breastplate made out of bear skin. It covered the entire front and back side, but the attachment straps leave the sides under the arms exposed. She also wore a chainmail skirt and a pair of boots made out of wolf fur.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

Shifting back I gather my energy and blast away two big energy balls at the rogues I won't let anyone come near Emma or Sari. When my balls hit the rogues they quickly drop to the ground unconscious. Seeing Emma snapping her head in my direction I take a breath of relief when they are alright. Booth Emma and Sari stand close to each other and no one else is around. I pay my attention to the fight around me and see it's only Jessie left who has a rouge by its throat and continues to bite it and toss it around. There is no question in my mind that rogue is dead and she is overkilling it. A woman comes over and hands us some shirts, both Zoey and I take them on while keeping our eyes on Jessie

"What's taking you so long, old brat? Don't let us be waiting, or your tavern will be destroyed." George stiffened and started toward the back room but I caught his arm, the fabric of his apron rough beneath my fingertips. "Don't. Leave it to me." I stepped directly in front of the pink-haired rogue. "I haven't seen such a strong woman in here." The scarred rogue's voice came from behind me, soft, almost wondering. "This must be the Moon Goddess's blessing." The pink-haired rogue gripped George by the throat and hoisted him onto his toes, He clawed at the thick fingers while his boots scuffed the floor with a dry sandpaper sound.

"She's my best friend. She's loud, but she means well. No growling." "No growling," he repeated, though he didn't look happy about it. The car door flew open and Rowan emerged like a force of nature. She was shorter than Elowen but somehow took up more space — all wild dark curls that refused to be tamed, warm brown skin, and an energy that practically crackled in the air around her. Her oversized sunglasses got pushed up into her hair as she surveyed the cabin, revealing sharp dark eyes that missed nothing. She was wearing ripped jeans, combat boots, and a vintage band tee that had seen better days, with enough silver rings on her fingers to double as brass knuckles if needed.

She moved with natural grace and beauty as she walked over to me. “Hello, I’m Cora. It’s so lovely to meet you.” Her accent was soft with a slight British sound. When she offered me her hand, I shifted awkwardly, wishing I wasn't wearing old gym shorts and a worn-out shirt. She wore a beautiful pink and purple bohemian skirt that flowed around her ankles, along with a white ruffled crop top that showed her curves and smooth, flawless skin. She didn't look as old as Kael, but something about her deep blue eyes carried the calm confidence of someone with plenty of life experience.