Knuckles Kissing Rouge Novels & Stories

“Sereyna. Come here.” Kael’s voice drew me into his chambers. He leaned against his desk, a glass in hand, faintly smelling of liquor. On the chaise across the room, a woman with golden hair shimmered in the candlelight, her gown flowing like liquid silver. Kael moved toward her with deliberate grace, guiding her into a close embrace. Their lips met slowly, lingering, drawing my gaze. I leaned against the desk, swirling my glass, letting the soft clink announce my presence. A slow grin spread across my face, playful and teasing.

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

I looked at Clarissa and grabbed her hand before following my Luna trying to calm myself. “About time Rouge.” Charlotte sneered from her seat as soon as I was in view. I didn’t understand why she was here but it was Char so it didn’t really surprise me. It looked as if she used this as a reason to buy a new dress because the light pink dress that clinged to her wasn’t one I had seen before. It made me so uncomfortable that she was only fifth-teen and she wore such things but I could tell the Luna had tried as she was wearing a fluffy white fur shawl which covered her a bit more. I sat as far as I could from her. “What are you doing Rouge?” The Luna’s question took me by surprise. “You need t

Ganzorig was much taller than the average Salamander. His hair was in a top knot and he had a long thin nose that was aquiline and raptorlike. His skin was bronzed while his eyes, always half-open, belied his violent nature. He wore chain mail on his huge arms and steel gauntlets on his hands; wide chains crisscrossed his bare chest. This was the trademark attire of the Kanebori-shu or Gold-diggers. They were fire Slayers lured from distant regions by the gold rush, renowned for their skill in demolitions and explosives like nitroglycerine. Many of them had been recruited by the Khaganate to become siege-engineers and sappers in wartime.

Bryan shifted into his wold knowing what was going to happen. The Rouge appeared to be distant in his mind almost like he was mind linking, then he looked at me and laughed I squeezed his neck harder. "You made your choice and now Roman know. You better hurry to the castle" he hissed the snapped his fingers and the Rouge behind him jumped into action. I didn't give him a chance I took my other hand growing claws and dug it into his chest the ripped out his heart. I drop his body only to be tackled by a another Rouge. He bit into my left shoulder digging his teeth in.

The next day Rouge did not meander through the woods like she normally did but it made no difference as soon as she walked into the clearing he was there, ‘Hello little one’ He stood in front of her and her senses went into overdrive, every nerve ending exploded with desire, her amethyst eyes darkened, a soft pink flush stained her skin, and her lips went dry, ‘Oh my’ She whispered as she looked up into his fathomless blue eyes, ‘I’ve been waiting for you.’ He whispered and his lips crashed against hers, she melted into his arms giving herself up to his kiss her whole body yearning for his touch. He lay her down on the soft meadow grass and his kisses became more insistent and demanding.

Theirs was a unique dynamic, a delicate dance of affection and tension that defied conventional labels. As we approached, Katrina excused herself from the group and sauntered over to us, her confident stride eating up the distance. Ramses welcomed her with open arms, enveloping her in a gentle, tender embrace. Their lips met in a soft, sweet kiss, the ruby red of Katrina's lips a vibrant contrast to Ramses' pale skin.

His cinnamon and spice scent engulf me as his hands holding my cheeks draws my face closer to his. It’s close enough that our lips are the tiniest itty bitty distance away from touching. I’m sacred to move even a little. Our lips may touch if i did. He was challenging me in his own way to dare move. “Why don’t you answer her, sweet heart?” his hot breath spreads across my lips. I’m turning crimson red. Damn him. It’s like we are kissing but we are not. I slap his hands away from my face. At this stage, it’s cleared showing that I’m shaken.

He flipped pages, his fist clenching on each flip, I saw old drawings of animals, some had full furs and red eyes. He stopped flipping and turned toward me, “Give me your hand” he stretched out his arm. “We can still stop kael, I mean, it won't hurt to trust yourself once more right?” It seemed I was talking to myself because he took my arm in his and started saying strange words. He poured a mixed liquid on my palm, locking it with his. My eyes closed immediately like something had snapped them closed, my chest hardened as an invisible force pulled my chest upward like I'd fly to the ceiling, I'd lost absolute control of myself but kael won't stop.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.