Knuckles X Rouge Comics Novels & Stories

Slapping Nick on the back with gusto, “Now let's have a drink to celebrate” Chairs scraped along the floor as they were pushed backwards, whispers lingered in the air as wolves out of earshot began to discuss what they had heard in disbelief. Nick lined up the shot glasses across the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he started pouring, the amber liquid splashing down the side of the glasses. “Rogues, grab a shot” he yelled, raising his glass to the air “To the Alpha of the Red Crescent Rogues”. “HERE HERE” voices sang on in unison. And at that moment, I knew that the voices may have been in unison but the pack was anything but.

Jax continues. "Maybe but we just can't leave it be now. At least this way it's not opened and when it does heal, it's all together." I motion for the nervous rogue to come closer. If he had the energy to argue, he could hold both sides together so my impromtu suture could be better.

“I got those weird rolls you like from the vending machine. I even threatened a guy to get the last one. Very heroic.” I almost smiled. Almost. “Give me five. Let me wash the dried ghost off my face.” He chuckled softly. “Take your time.” I stepped into the bathroom, grateful for the light. I peeled off my shirt, planning to splash my face. But the moment my shirt hit the floor—I saw it. The mark. Etched into the skin of my abdomen. Jagged lines curling outward like some twisted brand, burnt in. Angry and red, like it had been carved there recently.

I run towards the truck and slam my body into the rouge that was clawing at the passenger side. Both our bodies go flying with my momentum. I barely have time to get off the ground before the rouge slashes my arm with his claws. I grab my arm as I feel the searing pain and blood. I grunt and crack my neck getting back into my fighting stance. The rouge claws at me again, but I dodge in time. I look up to see if Greg was able to get Gabby and Lizzy back to safety, and the rouge took my distraction to its advantage.

Alex says walking up next to me and putting a hand on my shoulder, drawing my attention from the house and to him and Becca, who is clinging onto his arm. "See I told you he would be fine," Alex says, causing me to turn back towards the house, and see my mate standing there, and just by him standing there causes me to release a breath of air that I didn't know I was holding. After staring at him I notice the big and small gashes, on his arms and torso. I feel a nudge on my shoulder and look to see Owen with Dennis hanging on his arm, behind me and when he sees me looking at him, he smiles and nods his head towards my mate, in a silent go to him, and I don't need to be told twice. I sprint to

“She didn't look that strong at all, but then thorns suddenly erupted from the ground killing many of our men, there were very strong thorns” “Do you want to get wiped with thorns? What nonsense are you spouting!” Marcus became more furious. “He's not lying alpha, the girl…she's…she's not human” the head soldiers murmured, the others nodded in sync and Marcus squinted his eyes. He stayed silent for a while and “Hey! All of you, get out! Get out set of pumpkin looking fools!” He yelled and they scurried out. “Tch, what am I thinking about! No matter what she's just a woman and kaels' just a weak fellow” he mumbled to himself shaking his leg nervously.

“Depends, are you going to keep pretending you aren’t a werewolf?” I bite my lips, “Who are you?” I fire at him instead. He smirks, “I am exactly what you suspect Cassandra, I am a rogue.” “So, you are bad news. How did you know where I live?” I fire another question at him. “What is this? Twenty questions, I am a sick man,” Ray snaps at me and holds his side, there used to be a nasty cut there but it is slowly fading now that he is healing. It did not stop me from wrapping a bandage around his side though, to help the healing process. Ray looks down when he touches the bandaged side, he looks back at me in surprise, “You took care of me,” he says like he cannot believe it.

He muttered the last part. My heart fluttered but a simple apology isn’t enough. " By the way, how do you know those rogues?" He suddenly asked. I scratched my neck, " Uh...they are from my...former rogue pack" I answered " oh" he muttered. "What do you think they want?" He asked again, I shrugged, " I know even less than you do". I kicked the leaves on the ground and involuntarily reached up to scratch the scar on my neck. Phoenix stopped my hand mid air, " Don't scratch it" he said " oh! So you know the downside of a forced mark" I asked with raised eyebrows and an incredulous look.

He sounded scared. " Knuckle what did you to him?" I asked Knuckles. " I called in a friend, the movie star." Knuckles said. " You didn't?" I said to him. " He was being difficult and since you said that he must not be beaten or killed, I thought that our friend would do the trick and it seems like it worked." He said. " Tell Berner that I want my book back and that I want him to say that it was all my father that I have nothing to do with the underground business." I said.

Nolan appeared in front of Seara. His movements were different from Austin's, smooth, precise, deadly. He grabbed the Rogue's wrist, twisting it. The sound of breaking bones. Seara winced at the sound. She cringed and bent over, not wanting to look. In one elegant movement, Nolan slashed his claws across the Rogue's chest, leaving an open wound that made Seara cover her face. It was all over in seconds. Nolan turned around. His expensive suit was clean, almost without a trace of blood. He straightened his collar before approaching Seara's ear.