Junkrat X Roadhog Novels & Stories

“The route kicks off from the old garage, tears through the western ridges where the patrols are thickest, then back from the riverbank. This will push their skill, and most of all remind them why they chose the rogue life.” Draven, who sat at the head of the table, his arms crossed over his muscles chest, and his dark eyes shifting between Katie and I. “Your plan is risky, Katie,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through the room. “Our rogues have already caught enough hell from the main packs. They were called trash, abused, chased off, and denied basic alliance. A competition will either bind them tighter or rip them apart when egos start clashing.”

Her makeup was smudged as she screamed at me hoarsely, "Let's settle this privately! I'm begging you… Think about what we had in the past!" The past? I regarded her tear-streaked face, my mind a million miles away as I recalled my tragic end in my previous life. Our places had been switched then, as I begged her to spare me for old times' sake. However, Rita had laughed and recorded my disheveled state before posting it online with the caption, "A despicable doctor pleads guilty while grovelling in court." In the end, I had no choice but to leave the medical field. Even worse, I had died with resentment and despair in my heart.

Wolves crowded the ledge, pack members I recognized and some I didn't, all of them shouting and stomping their boots on the stone. I grabbed the railing with both hands. Below, the pit was a circle of packed dirt and bloodstains. Bastian stood in the center, his wrists still raw from the silver chains, his shoulder wrapped in a hasty bandage that was already spotting red. He wore no shirt. The scars on his back caught the torchlight like twisted silver ropes. "Place your bets," a beta man with a missing front tooth shouted, and the crowd surged around me. "The rogue against Halden's boy, Gregor. Three rounds or until surrender."

"Youre going to believe that piece of shit?!" Turning his attention back to the rogue, Sean adjusted his grip. He placed his right hand under Jax’s jaw and his left hand on the crown of his head. "No, please!" Jax sobbed. Sean twisted his arms in opposite directions. A sharp, deafening crack echoed over the thunder. The rogue’s eyes rolled back into his head. Sean released his grip. The lifeless body crumpled onto the wet asphalt like a discarded rag, landing in a puddle of muddy rainwater.

Caught between 10 tons of steel and solid rock, it was flattened into a paste. [Tier 1 Agility-Type Zombie eliminated!] [Drops: Universal Fuel x1] [Drops: Bottled Water (550ml) x1] The RV shuddered slightly, then went still. Jake sat in the driver's seat, breathing hard, listening to the engine's steady, powerful hum. Every cell in his body was buzzing. This was power. This was what it took to survive in this world. Though, the loot from this kill was a bit disappointing—no upgrade blueprint this time.

“Humans like us need 'other' food too, don’t we? See? I'm not an idiot, I'm just an open-minded.” Justin shook his head in surrender. “I'm not sure now whether I understand what it means to be open-minded or closed-minded.” Saga has opened his lips, preparing to debate the vague problem, but suddenly the car choked up and stopped. “What's the matter, Rob?” Justin asked his driving friend directly, immediately alerted. Rob cleared his throat. “Well, either this car is rusty or someone who doesn't want us to go on; which option would you choose, gentlemen?” Saga and all the passengers simultaneously cursed. They walked out cautiously, opening and closing the car door slowly. Their gaze walked

When my face hit the ground I knew I was done for. Feeling the urge to look up, I saw my parents John and Casey laying there lifelesss and torn apart like some sort of waste. Tears started to fill my eyes... My whole family is gone all because of me. I was then shoved into a black car, followed by Alpha Keeram. He had this evil smirk across his face as if he just won his favorite teddy bear at the amusement park. I felt weak to a point where I lost all hope and my humanity. I would just submit to whatever is coming, it's not like I would be able to fight back.

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.

I just didn't know I would end up having feelings for her and wrecking everything. When we arrived at the location Jordan and Maya supposedly were, we could see the chaos already. They were already in a gunfight, which could be heard meters away from the abandoned church. It was both a good thing and a bad thing. It meant they didn't get rid of my men, but it also meant not all of them were going to make it alive. "Bloody hell," Luigi cursed as we all exited our respective vehicles. There were dead bodies on the ground, and a lot of blood spilled, even on the statue of Mary, the mother of Christ. There were injured men, trying to hold themselves up and the whole scene was a sight for sore ey

He did not want to risk disposing off a body when there were event planners decorating the house interiors for the party later that evening. “Who was responsible for this?” He further inquired from Lucas. “The bloods.” This African American gang had been their major rival for years in the city. Despite both sides taking heavy casualties during several clash, none of them were ready to opt out of the drug market in Atlanta. “Boss. We have to answer them in the same manner.” Marco said while heaving like a bull. While Luis appreciated having this huge beast of a man on his side, he knew that the man lacked brains over the brawls he had.