Gold Roger Novels & Stories

They are also useless, so why are they maintained? Jordan grinned and dragged Romeo's body, which had almost lost consciousness, in the middle of them all. He also saw his mother and father staring at Romeo hysterically. They're too much. In his hands now was only a useless Beta. Why did they seem to lose something so precious? "Let Go Of Romeo, Jordan!" The voice jerked Jordan. The man who had just come out of the building in a black robe did not forget that blood was on the man's clothes. This was his father's enemy. Raven.

He has a hard, closed face, but shows a frank surprise when he recognizes us. "Alpha Elliot, Alpha Alice. What are you doing here?" I sniff discreetly and notice that a lot of Silvers are guarding their border. "Are you afraid of an attack?" I ask. He pretends not to understand and Alice cuts him off. "What's your name?" "Roger." "Roger, we can see that the guard has doubled. We're Alphas, our hearing and eyesight are much better, but why the caution? We thought the rogues had fled."

asked Roger. “Do you know about King… something?” asked Rose. “King?” asked Roger. “Yeah, everyone called him devil boss,” replied Rose. “Oh no! Are you talking about Kingsley Aguilar?” “Yes, him!” said Rose. Her breath grew shaky. “What… what did he do?” Roger gritted his teeth. “No one is allowed to touch you! I will kill him! I will kill him. What did he do?”

But once again, they were completely disappointed and defeated by my reaction — or rather, my total lack of reaction. I looked calmly at the sparkling stones resting around her neck, acknowledging them briefly, and then slowly shifted my gaze straight into her eyes with absolute calmness and coldness. "It suits you perfectly, Miss Rios," I answered her softly, calmly, and completely expressionless, nodding my head slightly as if I was genuinely complimenting her appearance. "Green is definitely your color, and the design is quite classic and beautiful indeed. I am glad Lucas finally found someone who appreciates and wears it better than I ever could."

That’s how he felt, but he forced himself to continue. "I… I—I don’t have that recording anymore." Luis drove the sword deeper in anger, the tip piercing the couch and pinning Rogers in place. "What?!" Despite the pain, Rogers managed a harsh, rasping laugh. He grasped the sword, only for its edge to cut through his palm, exposing white bone beneath. "I’ve sold the recording," he spat, blood dark and dripping heavily like rain. "I don’t have it anymore." Rogers paused, gathering the last of his strength, knowing these would be his final words.

“I was hoping to hear the story of what happened that day, over four years ago, when the Silver Myst first appeared.” Roland sighed heavily, the smile on his face slipping as a haunted look came over his features. “I’m afraid I don’t remember much about that day. We arrived too late to save the Thunder Pack, but we did rip into the ranks of Vampires and their human followers nonetheless. I had just managed to rip the head off of their leader, seconds away from death myself, when he appeared. We were outnumbered five to one, and even without their leader, they were closing in to finish us off. One second we were on the defensive, all of us wounded and bleeding, but when he let out a spine chi

Most of our pack has shifted and stand on high alert growling and snarling at the 20 rogues, but the one in the middle, the one holding my pup, I know is my beloved grandfather, Vincent DeLuca. Ceasar continued to growl as he slowly stalked forward. The scarecrow held Abi's back to his chest with one arm and a knife to her throat with the other as he stood surrounded by now rogue wolves. I was beside Gabe and whispered, "can you get a clean shot at his head?"

"You can't get away, Quinn Norris!" "Give up and surrender! We'll consider giving you a quick death!" The black-robed martial artist in the lead was smiling sinisterly. He was a martial monarch called Rocky Lamb.

His eyes, when he looked up, were the specific gray of the river on an overcast day. “Help you?” he said. “I need gas,” Eleanor said. “And possibly your least condescending pump attendant.” He blinked. Then, slowly, he smiled. It was not the practiced smile of the men she knew — the smile calibrated for networking events and charity galas. It was the smile of someone who had been caught off guard by something genuinely funny. “That would be me,” he said. “And I’ll try to contain my judgment.” His name was Daniel Marsh. She learned this from the name stitched on his shirt, and later confirmed it when she handed him her credit card and he handed it back and said, “It went through. I’m Daniel,

was wondering how much of that was actually true. “You said my dad brought me here days later?” I asked her trying to make sense of things. “Yes Rouge, it was days later; I think he tried to make it work but I could tell him was losing his strength, he wasn’t eating because he needed to stay with you and he knew you both wouldn’t make it if things continued the way they were.” Rose answered me, her gentle voice was soft as she spoke. “Did you know much about him Rose?” I asked wanting to know more. “No sadly they weren’t here long, I wanted to know him more but it was hard in the pack at that time. I truly believe if we hadn’t been at war things might have been different but the Alpha at th