Gol D. Roger's Novels & Stories

Roger slowly descended the metal stairs from the catwalk with controlled, unhurried steps while armed men followed behind him and the closer he got, the colder the air seemed to become. “Viktor you brought him here, Are you insane?” Daniel said, cursing under his breath near the SUVs. It was so interesting that Daniel knew him too but Roger ignored the comment entirely. When he finally reached the ground floor, he stopped several feet away from us but close enough for me to notice the scar cutting faintly across his jaw. “Introduce me properly, Viktor,” he said mildly. “I won’t .” Viktor said. “I can see your manners are still terrible.” The man said, smiling. The tension around everyone ke

It was the kind of smile that made your skin crawl. Carlos stood behind him, keeping his head down. Carlos had been with Maxton for years, but even he felt a shiver of fear when Roger was in control. He stayed silent, waiting for the show to begin. "Hello, boys," Roger said. His voice was higher than Maxton’s, sounding almost cheerful, which made it even scarier. He walked over to a small wooden chair and sat down facing them. He pulled a silver folding knife from his pocket and started twirling it between his fingers. The blade caught the light of the bulb over and over again.

Audrey stared at his groin a long second before she met his eyes, and then she moved forward a step, throwing out a fist menacingly just the way Jonathan had shown her. "Nope. Not doing it, Roger. She looks like one of them boxers at Fives Court." Roger, still clutching his hand, glared Audrey. "She's just a little chit!" "That little chit broke your bloody arm!" "If you do not leave at once, you will see what this little chit is capable of. And then I will see to it that the captain has you both hung." Horace still didn't attack her, and Roger snarled in fury. Then the pair of them fled.

Roger grew furious. “Weston, why aren’t you looking for me? Come at me! Let Stella go!” Roger was so enraged that he called Stella by her name instead. After learning that he was not related to Stella by blood, he turned very hostile against Weston. Weston, however, thought it was funny. “Do you really think you’re somebody?” If it were not for Stella, he wouldn’t even be bothered with him. Roger trembled in anger. It filled his body and rushed toward his heart. His heart was already weak from his condition, but it only became worse because of his anger. He fell to one knee on the ground with a distorted face.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.

Roger looked at me in the eye and I immediately felt my heart beating on the chest. This was probably the first time that Roger managed to calm me down just by looking at me in the eye and conveying everything through it. The look painted on his eyes was the most serene that I’ve seen from him even though I’m entirely he’s in absolute rush of pain. It seemed to me that he’s not planting some sort of grudge and was more than thankful that I showed up just in the nick of time.

Aldrik said glaring at Roger. " You all are talking like I'm some kind of meat. Don't forget who I am Aldrik and I can still destroy you..." Roger gave a warning to him. But then out of nowhere, a loud sound creaked to the room. I realise there was this lady in the room too who slapped hard across Roger's face. " Mom!" Roger called. Is that means she's Marina Rodrigo? Roger's mother but how is she here? I thought she lived in Russia? " Don't call me that after doing all these sins " She speaks.

’ ‘Brown, six-feet, bob hair, in a faded green top tonight. His eyes scanned the field for Hailey before finding Kate not far from her. He took a good look at Kate, memorizing her features as he linked in response, ‘Get another two of our own to help you keep watch, those near where this rogue is practicing. Good work, Hailey.’ ‘Roger that, Your Grace.’

The room itself was magnanimous. There was a huge stage on the other end of me with the most ostentatious couch. It was long, maroon with gold detailing and gold handles. In front of me, there was a pathway, and on either side of it was a waterfall—that’s right, a waterfall inside—that fell into a pool of water. It smelled like roses, something familiar, and pleasant. As I walked the sound of my steps followed behind me a few seconds later. “Wow,” I said. I got to the other side and saw the falls from the other side. It really was beautiful. I turned to the stage and instantly became mesmerized by the couch. The gold detailing had painted a story of a human transforming into a wolf.

My claws swiped at Roger, but he dodged effortlessly. "You're no match for me," he sneered, landing a solid punch. I stumbled back but recovered quickly. Our battle raged on, each blow striking with precision. "You have the power of an Ultima," Roger said, eyes narrowing. "If not for my battle experience, I wouldn't be able to keep up with you." I growled, my wolf fueled by determination. Our wolves exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand. Just as I thought I’d gain an advantage, Roger countered with a swift kick repelling the attack.