Knuckles X Rouge Comics Novels & Stories

Louis says, shoves his claws into the eyes of the rouge, and pulls them out. Madeleine turns around, shielding her face against me. And I can feel she doesn’t like to see her father like this. Alpha Louis now gives the rouge deep claw wounds all over him. But then he stops. “May hell burn you slowly.” He says and uses a claw to cut open the rouge's neck, and blood runs out of him. It takes several minutes before his body lies lifeless on the ground in a big pool of blood. But when it is over, Alpha Louis walks away. Matt nods to Dad, confirming that the rouge is dead.

“Before I make you.” The Rogue, however, wasn’t perturbed. He chuckled again, revealing two missing bottom teeth. His sinewy neck, tanned and leathered from days spent in the sun, was covered in faded tattoos. “Oh, really, princess?” he snarled. “Wanna bet?” “Yeah. I’ll bet.” In an instant, we were on each other. But while the Rogue’s movements were erratic and out of balance, I found my feet firmly planted in a fighting stance, my fists raised, my body easily maneuvering around the Rogue’s punches.

The rogue trashed against Beta Rodney, and the next thing I knew he was rushing at me. His nails elongated into claws – pointy and dangerous – and they slashed the air. The first time, I docked, and he missed my face. The second time, I stepped aside, and he missed my chest. The third time, however, I wasn’t quick enough, and his claws tore into my left hand. I fell to my knees, even as blood spilled profusely. Groaning, I shot a glare to the rogue who had gone crazy, and appeared to be ready to finish me off.

The three rouges exchange their gaze with each other. "What made you think that we lend you the information," the rouge said with a smirk. I smiled wickedly at them. "So, you didn't give me a choice," I told them coldly. "It's a pleasure to kill the ruthless alpha of the continent," one of the rouges said and shifted to his dirty black wolf. He lunged at me with his sharp canine but I grab his throat. My right arm morphs into the sharp claws of Atticus and rips his throat, his dead body falls to the ground.

Knuckles, Vincent’s big dog, and one of the raiders, locked together like two bulls tearing each other apart. Both of them were huge, slabs of muscle swinging fists and knives. The attacker’s blade dragged a red stripe across Knuckles’ arm, but Knuckles just snarled, wrapped his hands around the bastard’s throat, and squeezed. They staggered, slammed into a wall, ripping half the paneling down with them. Neither was winning. It was a stalemate. And Knuckles saw me. His teeth were bared, sweat and blood dripping down his face, eyes flashing something sharp. Not fear. Anger.

“Welcome Alphas, we are here to make an important decision. We don’t need to make it a debate or tell you what we are here for but for clearing up any misunderstanding, we are gathered to make a decision. Should the rouge pack be part of us? The council would have decided on this but we have unfortunately come to a tie and incase of a tie breaker, it would be put for a public vote.” The hall erupted into hush whispers. People wondered why it was a topic for discussion. “Please be quiet, everyone.” Elder Taffy, the leader, spoke. “This will be done now. All in support for the rogue pack to be an official pack please raise your hands.” Few hands went up but it was not enough, then I saw Kael p

It was a hit, though not hard enough to knock him down, but enough to make him stumble and roar in frustration. Kyle didn’t wait. He charged, slamming into the rogue and shoving him against a tree. The rogue fought back, swinging at Kyle’s head, but Kyle ducked and drove his elbow into the man’s jaw. The rogue groaned. Kyle hit him again. And again. The rogue’s head snapped back, blood flying from his mouth. He reached for Kyle, but Kyle twisted and punched him in the ribs. It was at that exact moment the leader of the rogues clapped, drawing my attention back to him.

His eyes were a blue orb of fire but Xavier's was a fierce red as he was the Alpha. Mike charged at him and threw a punch his way but Clara dodged it and went for his guts. There was a loud snarl as Mike grabbed his abdomen and slid backward with his booted feet screeching against the ground loudly. He whipped his head and glared menacingly at Xavier. I saw how much he wanted to kill Xavier and I was about to step into this and stop the fight but someone grabbed me by the arm, turning, I see it was Roman. His eyes are watching them with interest.

Rogue believed that hearing Chelsea's voice would ease up his unnerving sense of feelings but the call did nothing but to only further heighten his desire to rush up to her side . He didn't even want to imagine what kind of sufferings Chelsea was going through while dealing with the demonic beast , even though she told him about the ongoing situation , Rogue was certain that she filtered a lot and hid the scary parts . Rogue wished she didn't because it only made him worry even more - as per Chelsea's report , None of the knights except Ron was helping her which meant either all the knights were killed or they were engaged in a battle of their own . neither of these thoughts eased the raisin

I freed one of my arms from the wood, watchful of his friends, as they shoved Bloody Knuckles to the side. One pulled Juaquin out of the way, while the other came at me like a raging bull. He threw his arms around my neck, taking me down with him, effectively smashing the wooden chair apart. With the forearm still bound on the wood, I pressed it to his throat, keeping him from crushing me with his weight. Behind him, Bloody Knuckles reached for his waistband. I groped Raging Bull’s back for a gun, shot Bloody Knuckles without delay, and shot Raging Bull’s liver next.