Knuckles X Rouge Novels & Stories

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.”

Hit the rogue from the side with enough force to crack ribs. We went down in a tangle of claws and fury.

Kyle yelled at the rouges, using his alpha voice. I tried to ignore the fact that he was standing naked infront of me, but Moona was loving it, shes such a pervert.'You have to admit he looks so good right now' I shut her out and looked towards the rouges. "We came here unitentionally, she ran from us and we needed to get her, so we chased after her and thats how we wound up here, now if you let us take her we will be on our way" the one rouge said.

“Uh-uh, no more violence please.” Holding my chin and making me look at his face, he beamed, "Take a look at my face, will you? It’s not every day that I don’t have my mask on.” Glaring at him, I took a quick look at his face. “You’re Rouge, aren’t you?” He clucked his tongue and winked at me, “Bingo! I really am unforgettable for people right?” “No, you’re just too stupid for an assassin from K-9. I expected more.” I said, making him pout. “Let me out of here or I will slice off and tear your balls off.” I looked around and confirmed that I was in a cell.

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.

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.

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.