Giantess Rouge Novels & Stories

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!"

I see the way the energy isn’t flowing evenly anymore. And I see the center. That concentrated signature. Not Arachne’s magic. Not stable. It spikes again. Wild. Then it slams down. I feel something close to excitement curl in my stomach. Not joy. Not happiness. Something sharper. “She doesn’t have control over it,” I murmur. “Over the child?” Carter asks. “Over what the child is becoming.” Abomination. The signature flickers like a bad lightbulb. Erratic. Emotional. I imagine the girl inside that house. Helena’s daughter. Unaware. Untrained. A loaded weapon with no safety on.

I was not expecting her to say she might have feelings for me. “That does not mean I will not get pissed off at you; I am a red head after all. But I want to try Adam,” she says. “You know Adam, the Moon Goddess gives us who we need. I believe that to fight the Rogue King, I need you. She would only give me someone strong enough to help me win over the Rogue King,” she says with conviction. I stand there just absorbing everything she has said to me. Could this be the reality? The fate that we need one another to end the Rogue King?

Aria Pov Wolves howled closely. My heart beat increased like it want to break out of my chest. The Rogues eyes were on me. They watched and waited to see what I would do. Then, Laura. She was still kneeling in the dirt. Her arms were wrapped around herself like she wanted to become smaller than the ground. Her pale hair was tangled. Blood and dust streaked her face. She trembled. Garrett stood over her. Garrett’s face was twisted with anger. His chest rose and fell fast. His claws were starting to form. His eyes were bright gold. He looked ready to kill.

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

I say, but as I climb to my feet I hear a grunt and glance over my shoulder to see Val in a brawl with a rogue almost twice her size. “Val, your blind spot!” I cry as I see a rogue stalk from the trees towards her back. I run to her but I can tell I won’t be quick enough. Her gun is on the ground, forgotten, and the knife at her belt will be useless if she doesn’t pull it free quickly. “You’re knife, Val!” I scream. “I’ve got this!” Val yells, her eyes wild as she takes her eyes off the rogue to glare at me, causing her guard to come down enough that the rogue towering over her lifts her up by the neck of her jacket and hurls her against the nearest tree.