Novel & Cerita Knuckles X Rouge Comics

He starts shifting, when another Rogue grabs a leg and tears it from his body in one quick motion. “STOP!” “We kill him.” “I need to know where my uncle is first. I promised my father.” “I can show you.” The female Rogue’s voice is in my head, “But you will need to shift.” Knox was still screaming on the ground. “Shut him up.” A Rogue slams their fist into Knox’s mouth, making his head bounce on the tarmac. Deep red pooled under his head, he wasn’t dead, but at least he was quiet. The female Rogue touches me and causes some sort of shock, she pulls her hand away as quickly as I do.

“All I know is that he would say he needed her power and she would be all his. He is obsessed with her” “Dude! What the fuck? You are dead!” Rouge 2 said and with that, Wyatt extended his claw and traced a line down his thigh into his artery. Blood started to shoot out. “I will bleed out! Stop the bleeding!” All Wyatt did was take some duct tape and taped his mouth shut and turned back to the other rouge who was looking very pale. “Continue” Wyatt said dangerously “She was born under the full moon or some shit and her blood line is rare or something. I honestly stopped listening. I shouldn’t have even heard that. He was talking on the phone to someone”

The clang echoed through the dungeon like a bell. Again. I pulled back and slammed my head against the bars again. Again. Again. Pain exploded through my skull, but I did not stop. The anger was too big. My friends were hurt. We had been captured. Everything had gone wrong. I needed to hit something, break something, do something besides just lying here like a helpless pup. Footsteps. Heavy and fast. Two guards appeared on the other side of the bars. Big wolves, both in their human forms, wearing the Moonshine Pack's colors. One of them carried a long metal stick.

No one offered me a seat. “You’ve heard about the rogue attacks,” Kellan said. Not a question. I swallowed. “Some. Rumors.” “Five enforcers dead in fourteen days. The rogue’s name is Bastian Crowne. He moves alone, hits our border patrols, and disappears before we can organize a pursuit.” Kellan’s voice was a blade wrapped in silk, precise and calm and utterly without warmth. “Our trackers can’t find his den. He’s gathering other outcasts, and if we don’t stop him, we’re looking at a coordinated assault before the first snow.”

He wasn’t just angry, he was unhinged. The rogue tried to crawl away, sputtering, blood gushing from his mouth, but Ronan pounced on him again with a roar that shook the very ground beneath me. He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t pause. His claws raked down the rogue’s chest, shredding flesh like paper, and then his massive jaws clamped down on the man’s neck, crushing it with a sound so violent it made me flinch. Still, it wasn’t enough.

Rogan appeared from the side and pounced on the rogue closest to Nina. “GET YOUR DISGUSTING BEINGS AWAY FROM WHAT IS MINE!!!” Rogan screamed as he attacked the first rogue. All he had to do was send a powerful slash at the rogue with his claws and it flew back a few meters and a terrible gash had appeared on its stomach. It cried out in pain.

A cold wave of dread swept through her, but she dared not move, not until she saw him vanish through the library door and into the corridor outside. Joanna waited only a moment before she leapt up from the chair and rushed to the door. She pulled at the handle and stumbled into the hallway, tripping over a wrinkle in the carpet and twisting her ankle. She yelped as she took a step on the injured ankle. At the sound of footsteps, she glanced up, expecting to see Brock, but instead it was Charles Humphrey, or as London knew him, the Earl of Lonsdale. Charles was a member of the League of Rogues and one of her brother's closest friends.

he turns to lead me to my room, but I stop him. “It’s alright. I know exactly where the room is. Just send the waiter to the room in ten to fifteen minutes.” He nods and I continue in the hallway, admiring the beautiful paintings of flowers, mountains, and rivers. After several turns, I am almost to my room when two men step out of the washroom to the right of me. I instantly notice that they are werewolves and I quickly conceal my scent, but it’s already too late. “Stop right there,” one of the men growls. I spin around to face him. “What are you doing here, Rogue?” the other man asks, spitting out the last word. I sigh.

Biting the shoulder of one of them, it howled in pain and he shook him off. The remaining one attacked him fiercely and he fought him earnestly. Dylan, Clinton and Liam were surrounded by many rouges but they were good as they skillfully fought with them. Leonard was now fighting with another rouge when he suddenly felt dizzy, he took a step back and the rouge he was fighting with used the opportunity to scratch his body with its claws. Leonard groaned as he tried to regain his self and when he finally did, he attacked the rouge fiercely, killing him in seconds.

There was a knock on the door to their room, Harry lazily opened it to find Rodin at the door, gasping for breath. "What the ..." "Another Rouge attack!"