Gold Roger Novels & Stories

Maverick laughed seeing his condition and said while mocking him, “I heard that you are a god in martial arts and even skilled people can't outfight you. But, look at you. You lost against a girl.” All the people present there started laughing, and Rodger felt his life's biggest humiliation. He with all his might tried to free himself from Audrey's grip, but only to get unsuccessful. “I can't believe that I used to be afraid of him.” Whispered a man to another which also reached the ears of Rodger and his anger knew no limit right now. “You have done your life's biggest mistake, Nicklaus. You'll pay for it. Even if you manage to kill me, my son will take my revenge.” Roared Rodger and starte

"Yes. He's my cousin. He's the reason I'm rogue." "What pack were you from?" I asked. "Golden Claw." He said. I punched down on his shoulder. "Don't lie." I snarled. He screamed, "I'm not! I was born into Golden Claw. Stan is still Golden Claw." I heard Sergi say, "Fuck!" The rogue smiled, "Yeah asshole. Stan is Golden Claw and you already know what that means." I punched his shoulder straight down, snapping the bones and crushing them into the soft tissue. He howled in agony.

King Rico kept laughing as he tightened his chain again and he suddenly remembered that he still has the missing Rogers to worry about. "I'm done with you for now Miller," said King Rico as he walked out of the place. Miller's sorrow gave way into despair again. As King Rico made his way back to his opulent palace, his mind swirled with thoughts of Roger's whereabouts. The lingering absence of his loyal servant gnawed at his consciousness, leaving a tinge of unease in its wake. Yet, King Rico's cunning and patience won over his curiosity, convincing him that Roger's absence was likely due to pressing matters that demanded his attention.

I questioned. Richard paused for a moment, contemplating his response. 'You know that Roger is my grandfather.' 'Is he really your grandfather?' I asked. Richard sighed and looked at me with a mix of sadness and frustration. 'He is Grandma Ruth's brother,' he admitted. 'And the only person that I can trust is not because he is my only family, but because he was the person who saved me when the whole world was trying to kill me.' Richard's words hung heavy in the air, revealing a deeper connection between him and Roger. As I absorbed this information, I couldn't help but wonder about the circumstances that led to such a desperate situation.

Roger answered the call and heard the woman on the other end of the line say, "I heard that Elliot Foster and Avery Tate are at your place." "Ha ha! That's right! What is it?" Roger held his cigar and said casually, "I know you don't get along with them, but Elliot is a friend of mine." "Ha ha! Mr. Goldstein, as a successful businessman yourself, you should know that there are no such things as lifelong friends and enemies, only lifelong profits!" the woman cackled menacingly. "I have the perfect plan. Are you interested?" Roger's smile faded. "Go ahead and tell me your plan. I'll be the one to judge whether I benefit from it. I'm not willing to risk anything, and so I will also only act if

He was none other than the Horizon Peak’s Academy initiate who had appeared during the sparring matches. “I never expected you to recognize me. All the more reason for I, Drogo Rogers, to kill you!” Drogo did not only expect Zephyr to recognize him, but also did not expect him to dodge his attack. His movement did not slow one bit as he spoke. Instead became even faster as his expression turned more twisted.

"You're... You're not bleeding." "Sorry to disappoint you, little wolf." Ragnar walks forward, his boots echoing off the stone floor like a countdown till he is right in front of me. Up close, his golden eyes are almost hypnotizing, making it feel so natural to do whatever he wants. He could have fooled me with his white coat and stethoscope, but the image of the hooded man with a scythe isn't so easy to forget. "How are you not bleeding?" I struggle for the words. "Interesting, isn't it?" He leans down, lifting my chin. "Just like how you're still alive."

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.

"And as for owning weapons? When you become Luna, everything that belongs to the Rogue king becomes yours." I looked down at my feet. Trevor said it so nonchalantly but that meant a lot. My objective was to get to the Golden Arms Pack, but what happens next after that? I could stay here and rule beside Mason, own and possibly dominate the training grounds, be doted on by the most respected man and die a peaceful death. I laughed internally at how quickly I was accepting the fact that I was dying and the pain in my chest was showing no remorse in reminding me. "Trevor, I'd like to retire for the day now," I said to him. The young man was already busy playing with knives. He threw one to a tar

Harrison said. “No. I came here to do the job, and that is what I am going to do. This won't be the first time I have to fight my emotions to complete a mission,” Hayden said. “Besides, I’m a rogue. Chances are she will reject me, so it won’t matter.” “I can swear you back into the pack. I’ll do it right here and now if you have a knife on you,” Harrison offered.