Giantess Rouge Novels & Stories

said the Rouge smirking at me, rolled my eyes. "What is your business with the heathen" demanded Bryan. "Thats for the heathen to know or is going to be a whimp and hide behind her masters" said Rouge, I growled and stepped forward. Angry he said I was hiding but surprised he knew I was female. "Dont you dare" warned zane but celene and I didn't care. I felt celene push forward as our body became human. Celene's POV I stood naked in front of the Rouge and of course my mates were pissed.

Inside was another world: velvet walls, crystal chandeliers dripping blood-red light, and music that pulsed like a living heartbeat. Madame Rouge found me the second I stepped inside the private lounge. She wore a crimson gown and a smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Lot 13,” she purred, circling me. “Twenty-three. Virgin. Desperate. Perfect.” I wanted to run. But Jamie’s face flashed in my mind—pale, smiling through the pain. I let her lead me backstage. They gave me a black silk mask that covered half my face and a red dress that clung to every curve.

Jasper The scent of gardenias and Scarlet’s expensive perfume was making my head ache. I stood on the dais of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the small of Scarlet’s back. She looked perfect. Her gown was ivory lace, her hair was a masterpiece of coppery red curls, and the mark I’d carved into her neck just days ago was a proud, fresh shiny red scar. This was what I’d wanted. A respected, powerful, dignified woman. A mate who didn't smell of lightning and rain. Not the village freak, the daughter of a condemned and executed witch.

*Roar* A hulking figure spotted Alexis. With a frame towering over 5 feet and a large club that glistened with blood and gore, the large giant struck down with its club, generating a strong wind towards Alexis. Alexis’s eyes gleamed as she watched the powerful strike descending upon her. She didn’t sidestep this attack. Although the giant was an Ascender, she didn’t flinch. She didn’t need to. There were differences between Ascenders. She bent her knees and calmed her breath. With an upward slash she reminded her enemies of her presence.

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

A soft knock on the door made me jump. "It's just me," a voice called. Female. Young. "I brought food." I hesitated. Kael had said no one could talk to me without his permission. Was this a test? "He said I could," the voice added, like she'd read my mind. "I'm Sage. The pack healer's daughter. I'm not... I won't hurt you." Slowly, I stood and opened the door. The girl on the other side couldn't have been more than sixteen. She had warm brown skin and dark curly hair pulled into a messy bun. Her eyes were a startling amber. Wolf eyes. But her smile was genuinely kind.

Gerta starts, “Well, I have been a rogue for about fifteen years. I used to be part of this movement that kicked against the discrimination rogues were treated with, and our first major act of solidarity was to declare ourselves rogues and disassociate from our pack. Unfortunately, that was one of the worst decisions we ever made. The Hunters picked us of one by one till I was forced to go into hiding.” She looks around the circle with a sad smile, “It was such an encouragement when I found out there was a whole initiative dedicated to helping rogues. If only my comrades could see this now,” she wipes her eyes and the crowd claps. “Thank you, Gerta,” Gray walks up to her and gives her a hug.

"Dear Alpha Adrian, I hope this email arrives at a good time, my name is Annalise and I am the Red wolf, graced into existence by the Red Moon Goddess. As you are more than likely aware, the warlock Balthazar is promising to share me as though I am some sort of prize. This can not be allowed to happen. I offer you my powers to help protect both yourself and your pack if you would be willing to aid us in the upcoming battle against Balthazar and those that follow him.

An unknown Female entered the kitchen holding a small white box with a red cross on the front of it – Her Amber eyes laid-on Seth’s face, he had a very large purple bruise on his jaw – Looks like he got the tar beat out of him- a second time at that. Jax’s eyes never shifted away from the plump medium built frame of the beautiful woman with Long Brown chestnut hair, sweet painted red lips like fresh roses. his eyes trailed up and down her body especially to the semi large mounds that couldn’t hide underneath her thin black tank top. Mentally thinking to himself he must one day thank her parents for making such a creature.

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.