Junkrat X Roadhog Novels & Stories

Ryder Underground alliances start showing with human gangs Jackal hired, blocking our supply roads, ramming trucks, and taking shots at drivers, forcing us to reroute everything. I sit in the bar booth across from Rico, the gang leader, his tattoos covering arms folded on the table while his guys stand behind him, looking bored but ready. The place smells like old beer and smoke, with music low in the background and a few regulars at the bar not paying attention. Rico sips his drink slowly, watching me with that smirk he always has when he thinks he holds the upper hand.

JAX: The despicable shit I killed didn't inform me that he had his filthy minions waiting outside. Workers and trainees at the pack house started to emerge, perhaps thinking the threat had passed. Among them were trainees and three seasoned fighters I recognized, who joined me in attacking the rogues outside the pack house.

"Thank you for giving me a place to stay." When we reach the bottom of the path, a dirt road came into view with a black Jeep Wrangler hidden by the foliage. There were long scrapes along the sides of the Jeep, damaging the paintwork. "You're welcome." Hunt glanced at me before he pulled the top down on the Jeep. "My mother was a rogue before my father took her into our pack." "How did he find her?" I asked as we got into the car. Hunt adjusted the review mirror and then reached into the back of the Jeep to retrieve a dark grey t-shirt. "I suppose it's a bit like our situation. He found her stealing things from one of the cabins."

I try to stay in front blocking everyone's view of her body. “Son we need to see so we know what is going on and how we can find her.” my mom puts her arm around my shoulders and guides me to the chair. I sit down but just as another familiar face appears on camera it’s Josh and sitting next to him is Emilia, what the hell is going on. I never even realized she was missing and she is holding on to his arm looking at him with so much love. The crowd quiets down when he stands and begins to speak. “As you see it is time to take out the trash. These rogues tried to leave us and join another pack. We are going to give them a chance to fight for their lives. Their opponent is the whore Ireland.

My nostrils flared and Xander's eyes darted up to meet mine. "Will's Gamma, Hector, fell sick after he sent his mate away on a hunting trip. She died and so did he after she never came back," Xander explained. "For your own health, go see Sera. We need you strong." I remembered Hector. One of my brother's friends when he was a teenager. They spent a lot of time together, getting into trouble before Hector found his mate. A flicker of remorse went through me. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Reading it would mean wanting it. One by one, Johnny introduced the rest of the squad. “That’s Ryder—computer prodigy, though he spends more time on illegal bets than hacking.” “Cole—our bomb guy. Don’t give him liquor, unless you want half the base blown up.” “Those two are Nina and Marco. Don’t let the cuddling fool you—they’ll gut a wolf before breakfast.” “Gideon—brooding type. Don’t expect small talk.” “Then there’s Old Man Harris. Lost his wife and kids to rogues. Been chasing a deathwish ever since, but the bastard won’t die.”

Thornton lamented, "The highest-level access at headquarters is restricted to only three people—me, Roxanne, and Jasmine. However, Roxanne's the one on duty today, and the code used to open the vault does indeed belong exclusively to her!" All the evidence fit together into a flawless, airtight loop, condemning me and nailing me firmly to the role of the criminal. My actions—smashing the fire hydrant and climbing onto the rooftop—were twisted into nothing more than a staged act after the successful theft, designed to distract the public and cover up the truth. "First, she commits theft. Then, she stages a suicide attempt. Once the dust settles, she plans to flee with the money. What a brilli

“ So, got a boyfriend? “ Roy winked at me, making me chuckle. “ Something I should know ? “ Daxtor leaned forward, elbows resting on the table with hands intertwined and stared at me like an overprotective brother he was. “ No. Not yet. “I laughed a little and answered him, feeling myself relax for the first time since I came downstairs. It felt nice talking to him. Normal. But I could still feel Cassian’s eyes on me the whole time. Blazing. Angry. Like my mere presence was ruining his morning. I tried to focus on Lawrence. He was still so handsome and I took a bite of my pancake but then I started catching pieces of another conversation happening at the other end of the table. “…pack patrol

"Clear the road! Move it or lose it, you rats!" Jax didn't wait for them to comply. He slammed the butt of his rifle against the hood of a rusted-out truck blocking the main artery of the Silver Moon territory. The engine block groaned, steam hissing into the gray morning air. This place was a graveyard of old ambitions. Once-proud pack houses sat with boarded windows and sagging porches. The scent of rot and desperation hung heavy, a sharp contrast to the polished chrome and scent of leather inside the Aurelius motorcade.

They pulled in behind my piece-of-shit Civic, one on each side, boxing me in under that single streetlight. Doors opened. Boots hit the gravel. The first one was thick all over—shoulders like he’d been built out of truck parts, dirty blond hair under a faded ball cap, a beard that needed a trim three weeks ago. His jeans were greasy at the thighs. Name patch on the shirt said Roy. The second one was taller, darker, with a gut that still looked solid and arms that could probably bench-press my car. Hank, according to the patch. Both of them looked like they’d been on the road too long and hadn’t seen anything soft in weeks.