Giantess Rouge Novels & Stories

Maybe they are just friends I almost say but realise that Rogue has never been just friends with any woman. The lady in question is a beautiful Lady with long straight black hair and thick curves, the one I know Rogue loves and she has a red mini gown on that exposes her thigh down to her flawless long legs. My emotions are raging within me, from fury to hatred and I can feel the jealousy eating me up inside and I turn away from them before I am unable to help myself and do something stupid. .

"Red Gauze? A God Realm Master?" When the Giant Toad Demon Saint and the Black Buffalo Demon Saint saw it, they were completely shocked. This strange pale red mist contained the aura of a God Realm Master. It was called the Red Gauze, a well-known defensive magical power of a God Realm Masters from the Holy Palace of Mysterious Frost in the Northern Region. The red fog seemed weak, but in fact, it could isolate all forces. Combined with the interweaving golden beams in the void, all the members of the Demon Clan suddenly realized that they had fallen into a trap.

She let out a menacing growl. “And what…pray tell…would that be?” She asked in a cold voice. “The one named Elleanna…” The rouge said. Rose took over causing her eyes to glow purple and gold swirls. “Well, that ain’t gonna happen.” She said in a now icy cold voice. A mist formed around the rouges as her skin showed the purple and gold swirls that were also glowing now. The rouges let out growls and went to lunge forward, but they fell dead as the mist entered into their noses and burned up their hearts and lungs.

Frigg shifted her neck uneasily and raised her head to look upward. A dignified male fire giant sat at the highest point. A female frost giant sat one step below him, lifting an eyebrow as she looked at her. In Frigg’s impression, giants had always been savage and ugly. Only upon seeing this female giant did she realize that they could also be strikingly beautiful. Though tall, her face was slender, her features sharp and well-defined. A cascade of red hair fell to her waist, complementing her full chest in a way that was undeniably alluring. Her voice was pleasant as well—though her words were not.

'Shit! She continued to make that climb with a kid on her back.' There were more than twenty Rouges, Ryan's pack jumped into the fight. Most of them tried to make way to the cliff to pull the Rouges that were chasing after the girl. They had to make the fight in the human form as it was difficult to climb across the rocky surface in their wolf form. Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him.

That was why I had to get rid of them. I was meant to become queen. I was the granddaughter of the great Rogue queen. It was my destiny to rule and my cousin’s bride stole it from me. I was convinced she had placed my family under some kind of spell, but I had been watching her for days and there was no sign that she was doing magic.

The kind of place where bad things happened and nobody asked questions. The basement entrance was hidden behind a dumpster. I knocked twice, my wolf tense and ready to fight. A slot opened in the door. Eyes stared out at me. "Password," a rough voice demanded. "Nightshade." The door opened. A massive Rogue stood there, easily seven feet tall. Scars covered his face and arms. He looked me up and down like I was an insect. "You're the Tracker," he said. "I'm Aria." "Same thing." He stepped aside. "Boss is waiting. Downstairs. Last door on the left."

This was too much to deal with in one day, Ellie being a traitor, only she wasn't really a traitor because she was trying to stop her past from catching up with her now. The rogue wasn't actually a rogue and was set to be the future Alpha of a pack, so the only thing actually keeping her in that cell was the fact every single bar had been coated with silver. She could transform into her wolf in the cell but she wouldn't be able to escape from the cell.

i put up my point of view about this rumour. “Anything can be possible but no one knows the truth…” Andre said. Suddenly, I had this urge to touch that pole as it seems familiar to me. When my hand was in contact with the pole, my surroundings changed and I saw a beautiful woman tied around the pole. It was a horrific night and the people around her were throwing stones at her.

Her wolf form is a blur of cinnamon coloured and white fur, her eyes glowing with determination as she fends off the soldiers with calculated precision. Each soldier who approaches her is met with a powerful swipe of her claws or a swift, agile dodge that leaves them stumbling. Zeva's spirit shines through her, a formidable force working in perfect harmony with Cynamon's instincts. For a moment, I dare to hope that we might actually overcome this threat.