Gol D Roger Novels & Stories

Krista said with a smile. The nurse stopped and looked at her questioningly. "Are you sure about that? The man who rescued you was the Rogue Alpha, Hayden Taylor. He left the pack because he murdered his father. If he really is your mate, you might want to think long and hard before you accept him. There is no telling what he will do or where he will want you to live. That's not counting the rogue stench that I've heard comes off of him."

I say as evenly as I can. An icy look of fear flashes on Roger's face, and I tilt my head to the side. I give him a blank, emotionless stare as I wait for him to break. "Okay, okay. His name is Hugh. He was a rogue, but he was allowed to join Riverstone. He is part of our group," Roger all but yells out. "And what group would that be," I ask before tilting my head to the other side. I slide the knife down his stomach, and his breath hitches.

His eyes pull me in and the next thing I know, I'm floating in space with nothing pulling me back down to earth. It's almost like I'm under a spell. Pulled in by all of the elements I'm attracted to my Godfather with. His dominant aura calls out my name, his smouldering gaze holds me in place and his confidence takes my breath away while a more sinister element dares me to try to break away and I lose every time.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d be stuck in the forest when the sun went down. My gelding’s name was Roger. It wasn’t a name that I would have given him, but it was the name that he came with and that he responded to, so I didn’t change it. Roger was jet black with a white star on his forehead. He stood sixteen and a half hands high with powerful, well-defined flanks. Had he been human, he would have easily been taken for a body builder.

He couldn't stop trying to win, so he stayed at the table. They kept playing as the night turned into morning, but Roger's luck went really bad. Losing twenty million was a big blow, and he couldn't help but swear. It felt like he had fallen into a terrible nightmare. "Return the money to me tomorrow, alright?" Morelio said casually. "Sure! I've already informed my wife about it," Roger replied. "Great!" However, upon reaching his suite, Roger was stunned. He had managed to squander the two hundred million he received from Yurich in just two weeks, and he now even owed Morelio.

I said before he could leave the room. He slowed to a stop at the door, his hand on the handle on the door. He turned back to me. “Currently I am working as a rogue wolf. I've been banished from the pack until I can bring you and the rest back safely. Any other person you see outside there are hired men that I need to carry out this operation” he said calmly. But I was freaking out inside. Banished? Who could've done this? It doesn't make any sense. It wasn't his fault that this happened.

Roger sat frozen, as if turned to stone. “Roger, who was that? Was it someone who can help us?” Gloria hurried over, her face full of desperate hope. Roger finally snapped back to himself. His bloodshot eyes were filled with shock and the fury of someone who felt stabbed in the back. “What is it? Roger, what’s wrong?” Gloria stared at him in alarm. The look on his face was so savage it was almost frightening. “Felix Gibson!” Roger spat the name out with a roar. “Mr. Gibson? Is he going to help us?” Gloria asked quickly.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

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.

Princess in the illusion of their greed? “Haha, you completely underestimate the power of beauty, my friend” Roger suddenly laughed in response. He shook his head slowly as he continued. “This time I will give you 1 million, next time there are such goods remember to give me first priority” “Haha, that’s for sure! Then one million it is, deal?” Beta Miguel replied. “Deal,” Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s.