Knuckles X Rouge Novels & Stories

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.”

the other guy asked, eliciting a laughter from the leader . Silas grunted and his claws popped out of his fingers, the sharpness of the Alpha's claws glinting in the sunlight that streamed into the forest through the spaces in the tree leaves. “You don't need to come into my territory to make me kill you, your existence alone is a nuisance” Silas said and charged at them. A few minutes later, the dismembered body of the three rogues lay on the floor in an entangled bloody heap, blood dripping out of Silas claws as he wiped them carefully with the white handkerchief he was holding, his previous pristine white shirt stained with blood.

He was well-trained, and his strike was precise and professional. Kael took a hard hit to the ribs but didn’t fall. “Korra, run!” he yelled. “I’m tied!” she cried. The figure lunged for her, and Kael roared and slammed the rogue into a pillar. The hood fell, revealing a pale cheek with a sharp jaw. The face was unknown, and it was not someone from the pack. “You shouldn’t be here,” the rogue hissed at Kael. “You weren’t part of the plan.”

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?

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.

"You're setting me up, Rouge!" Everest angrily blamed Cheyne by pointing a gun at him. Cheyne chuckled derisively. His gaze was fixed on Everest, unblinking. He hated it when someone like Everest called him a Rouge. He felt offended. Although Cheyne was a Rouge before, he is now as honorable as the other purebloods in their pack.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

One of the rouges muttered. "He is so fast, we won't be able to win," Another rouge said. "We are the one outnumbered, not him," The rouge who spoke out the first time said again. Roy rushed to them and grabbed one of them by the neck. He snapped off his neck and threw him against the others so they they fell to the ground.

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.