Junkrat X Roadhog Novels & Stories

I push on the door with another kick, locking just us in to have fun. My nose scrunches, the room has a pungent smell, something metallic mixed with the smell of rotten flesh. The walls of the room are almost red, red from the blood spilled from the rogues. And the person in front of me is one of them. "Jax! Did you miss me? How was the food? I hope your friend’s liver tasted good." I sound excited, whereas Jax makes a foul face as soon as he sees me as if I am a bad omen. He so wants to die tonight!

His pack brother then slammed the vehicle forward, aiming right at Trent and Marc, while Jaxon, laughing like a maniac, ran off to the left as he fired his gun. The wolves, busy trying to tear his and Marc's throats out, didn't even flinch as the truck barreled at them. Trent didn't share the same death wish, and he dove out of the way just in time. The truck impacted his opponents with a thump that sent the rogues flying. Trent vaulted up, grabbing hold of the roof rails. Marc landed alongside him and flipped himself up. He scrambled to the front. And Trent joined him on the hard top then held on. Darren, cursing up a streak as he slammed on the gas again, hit the sidewalk. The SUV went up

"This is it, Soph. The ledger was the map, but this... this is the body. I’m staying." Below, Dominic Moretti looked down at the mess in the mud. He looked like a man who had just stepped over a puddle, not a corpse. "Rat's gone, boss," Hugo Sidney grunted, the heavy clack of his shotgun echoing off the containers. "What about the Russians? Jasper and his boys are still on their knees." "You’re making a mistake, Moretti!" Jasper Santiago yelled, his face pressed into the wet gravel. "Victor’s going to burn your docks for this! You think you can go legit after a hit like this?"

It was going to be my turn to be there for Luca and I was going to kill Jonah when I was done with that. "So why did Charlotte have your pups?" I asked. "We were, still are, very much in love with each other. I found her living as a rogue, my mate was already dead and she didn't have a family, so we had each other. We still do have each other and nothing is going to change that," Jonah shrugged uncaringly. "That doesn't answer my question."

-Me -That is fucking fine with me-Jaidyn I can hear the smile in his voice. I swear for such a cocky rock star with a huge ego it is amazing what one small woman can do. He is acting like we are fucking teenagers again. I fixed his disastrous plan. The rest is up to him. I hope that he doesn’t screw it up. I actually really like Kyaria. I can tell Dru likes her too. That says a lot. He doesn’t like many people. She will be at our release party tomorrow along with her friend Evie. I am giving him every chance to have a chance with her. There is something she is hiding though. I can tell like she has been hurt in the past by someone or something. This tour should be interesting.

- Art and in a matter of second the drum water become acidic and the 2 Big Rats are struggling to go out but we are at the lid and not letting them getaway *SSQQQQUEEEKK!!!* during the struggle of the Rats, Jimboy immediately rush to the zombie earlier due to it was moving already! luckily he killed it again and loot the body he did the looting also to the slain Rat and surprisingly the Big Rat also has a Dark Crystal the 2 Big Rat stop squeaking already and Papa already loot them but *TUG TUG TUG* TUG* *TUG!*

One hunter dropped with a cry but more poured in, their weapons spitting dangerously. If someone would tell me that Blackfang would succeed in unifying rogues and wolf hunters that was threats to our very existence for his own selfish gain, I might as well rip the person's neck but right now —everything has dawned on me, it was no joke, he would go to any length for his greedy benefits but the question still remains, what exactly did he want? A rogue tackled Jaxon from behind. He spun, ramming his gun into his neck before tossing it aside. But even as he straightened up, another bullet whizzed toward him, too fast that he didn't notice.

he said. Jake grinned. “I became Wrath in prison. Prison turned me into this. Before that, I was just a regular guy, going to college. Before prison, I’d never even had a parking ticket.” “Shit, Wrath … I didn’t know that.” “Not something I share with everyone. Rancid saved my ass, literally, from getting raped in the showers. After that, I was his shadow. I learned from him and that’s how I survived two more attacks. I spent a lot of time in solitary, but nobody ever caught me with a shiv in the lunch line. I killed five guys in prison like that, men that were going to come after us. The last fight was six months before I got out, Rancid died that day, instead of me. I came here because I f

Harlon snatched my crossbody bag, yanking me forward at the waist to pull it off. “Tips,” he said raspily, pawing through my bag like a feral raccoon. “Where they at, girl?” I inched up the stairs slowly, even if my body was thrumming with adrenaline. “Didn’t get any. Slow night.” Harlon whipped up to bare his teeth, his hazel eyes—my eyes—blazing with feral, drunk rage. He reeked of whiskey, cigars, and shameless desperation—the textbook picture of an alcoholic. Mix that with our wolf shifter genes… not a good mix.

He was different out here too, not softer exactly but more present, like some part of him that was always on watch had decided to take the evening off. We ended up at an arcade first, which was not what I expected from Ravin Blackthorn, Alpha of Darkhowl Pack, but he played with the same focused energy he brought to everything and absolutely refused to let me win a single game, which made it significantly more enjoyable than if he had. "You could let me win one," I said, after the third game. "I could," he agreed, and started the next round without looking at me. I won the fourth one by a margin that felt suspicious and I chose not to examine it.