Giantess Rouge Novels & Stories

He turns his head to Mal and mutters, “He can’t be all human…” But the giant of a man is crawling away from a redheaded woman who looks to be maybe five-six, she’s all wide and delicious looking curves, she looks phenomenal. Her chest is heaving, seemingly with the effort of having hauled this man from the pub. She’s wearing bright blue overalls that seem to have oil or soot or something dark smeared on them, particularly near her hips and arse. Ash hums, and what a fine arse she has. She snarls at the man on the ground,

FIFTY-EIGHT The girl with long blonde hair with streaks of green at the back, and her skin was too pale because of not been outside for a long time. Anabelle looked at the girl who was glaring at her and scrunched her eyebrows. A female rogue was as unusual as a female Alpha, it did happen but it was not something that really happened very much. Anabelle tucked her hair behind her ear and glared back at the woman that looked to be around her age if not a year or two older. They both charged at each other and threw everything at each other, the rogue obviously having the upper hand because Anabelle had encountered fifteen rogues. Some of those rogues had been twice her size but she had been a

The redhead, epitomized affluence and power yet carried herself with a surprising humility. Her attire, a little black gown with a deep cutout, accentuated her figure, and a sleek ponytail showcased her high cheekbones. She radiated perfection, leaving me feeling insignificant in her presence. Swallowing hard, I accepted her handshake, her luscious hands leaving an indelible impression. "I'm Mirage Thronesman," she introduced, a genuine smile gracing her face. Her scent held a peculiar allure, heightening the sense that I stood in the presence of a goddess.

The rogue inched closer and closer and I thought that it would be the end of me. But then suddenly, a little girl with flaming red hair came out of nowhere rushing towards the rogue and she touched it. Her touch was magical for as soon as the rogue felt her presence, it turned back into human form and was subdued. It even bowed to her before it took off into the woods, leaving me unscathed.

Giant. “We are here, Luna. We are going in. Are you ready?” Baspo asked. He had let go of my hand long ago. I nodded. I was ready. If Zelda was the one, so be it. I was ready. Baspo was about to knock on the giant door when a witch passed by. She stopped in front of us. A beautiful girl, almost in her mid-twenties, dressed in a peach off-shoulder shimmering gown. The fabric swept the red ground. Her hair was waist-length and decorated with matching jewels. She looked like a beautiful creature.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

the woman said with a wide, unnerving smirk that made me want to rip it right off her face. Flaring my nostrils, I spat at the woman, but she stepped back and shook her head unimpressed. "And there you go, a rogue in her natural form," she said in a mocking tone, her lips curling back. "A bitch." "Why am I here against my will?" I snapped. "You stole from us and you're a rogue," she said. "I stole from humans and since when is it a crime to be a rogue?" She stepped forward and grabbed my hair, before pulling my head back. "You're not allowed to talk back, Mutt!"

And the extraordinary intent is mine. I think about the mansion I’ve chosen to overlook the settlement. Big, bold, ugly if you want to call it that, but perfect. From there, I can see every window of Arachne’s house, Eli’s hotel in plain sight. My team feeds me constant updates, every patrol, every heartbeat, every flicker of magic. It’s intoxicating, the kind of control that makes my hands itch to reach out and touch it all. I’m not human here, not really. I’m predator, strategist, hunter, observer. I’m the one they’ll react to.

The giant moved away and walked towards the cauldron, and began to rekindle the fire by gripping a trunk suspended above him to keep his balance as he leaned with all his weight on a bellows, pressing his right foot on it. The girl crouched down immediately after the reprimand and began to mop the fouled and bloodied ground with a large, sleeveless bone scythe. She quickly filled a bucket, which she got up to go and empty. One of the fragrant leaf branches hanging next to Ragnar dropped a large twig. The little girl turned to pick it up. She looked up at the branch and her gaze met Ragnar's. The latter instinctively closed his eyes. Then he half—opened one eye. The girl was still staring at

She stands back with a smirk on her face. After the fight breaks up, I sit in my chair and wipe my lip with my hand seeing blood on it. It doesn't bother me like it should, it hurts like hell but Ill be damned if I let it show. Allie puts her arms around me "Are you okay?".. All I can do is nod my head. Grabbing the remainder of the shots and swallow them. "You got a brush by chance in that purse of yours?"I ask allie. "That's what you want right now?"She can't help but burst out laughing. Grabbing her purse, she hands me a brush. "Here", "Thanks" I say. "You good though, seriously?". "Hurts but yeah, I'm fine. I have a question for you megan" as I turn to her. "You seem to know Eliza, why d