Knuckles X Rouge Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

She looks up and her eyes narrow at me when she notices me. “Xavier,” I greet him, noticing the very small space between them, “How’s the training going?” I quickly ask before they catch me staring. Cassandra’s face morphs from a frown to a too bright smile, “Great, I am being taught not to hesitate when I want to murder anyone,” she replies sarcastically. A raise a brow at her attitude, she needs to get out of her own head if she wants to survive as a rogue. Xavier shrugs when I turn to him with a questioning look but when he turns to Cassandra a small smile crawls on his face. What is that about?

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.

He gurgled and went still. Another rogue grabbed me from behind. I slammed my head back, feeling the crunch of his nose as I broke his nose, then i elbowed him in the ribs. He staggered, and I spun, clawing across his throat with my nails. They weren’t just nails anymore. They glowed faintly with heat, sizzling as they sliced through his skin. Three down.

We showed them their rooms and they joined the us in the ballroom. Kelly takes a seat on the platform in her dress. All the Alphas, Lunas, and Betas acknowledge her. I walk around making sure everyone has drinks, food and is comfortable. “Your Luna is most lovely,” Rouge leader Richard comments. “Im still un-mated, well technically. My mate rejected me, that is how I became a rouge. I’m a third son of an Alpha.” “Which pack?” I ask surprised. A smile comes across his face. “Lucky Desert, I’m Jorge’s Uncle by blood.”

i put up my point of view about this rumour. “Anything can be possible but no one knows the truth…” Andre said. Suddenly, I had this urge to touch that pole as it seems familiar to me. When my hand was in contact with the pole, my surroundings changed and I saw a beautiful woman tied around the pole. It was a horrific night and the people around her were throwing stones at her.

He takes back the file from me and I see a whole stack on a small table beside where the cop was sitting. "You going to tell me what you did or not?" Knuckles takes out a switch blade, he opens it with a flick of the wrist and the guy's eyes widen. "Because I can do this all night." He teases then he takes the small blade and starts cutting but the guy starts squealing like it's taking the life from him. I chuckle slightly and the guy scolds me when Knuckles stops. + "That hurts!" He says and I shake my head. "You're such a pussy." I whisper and he tries darting at me but the cuffs stop him and I arch a brow. "Give me something." I look back at Skinner.

He slammed the transport door and locked it, trapping her inside. "Ruth!" I screamed, a single tear of fury spilling over. As the rogue turned back to me, I didn't hesitate. I drove the steel quill deep into the palm of his hand. "Agh! Damn you!" The rogue roared, his face turning a dark, bruised purple. Blood bubbled around the metal tip. He clutched his wrist, and as he was distracted by the agony, I bolted. I didn't look back. I sprinted into the depths of the red forest. The driver let out a bellow of rage, ripped the quill from his flesh, and drew a jagged hunting knife from his belt.

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!

He scrambled for a silver-plated dagger lying on the floor. I didn't give him the chance to touch it. Lunging forward on all fours, I tackled him hard into the concrete wall. The impact knocked the wind straight out of his lungs. Pinning him by the chest, I drove my massive, razor-sharp claws deep into his shoulders, tearing right through his leather jacket and deep into his muscle tissue. “Please! I have a family! Don't kill me!” the rogue sobbed, hot tears streaming down his dirty face. “You touched what belongs to the King,” I snarled, leaning down until my fangs brushed his ear. “You do not get to walk away from that.”