Krogan Without Armor Novels & Stories

"We brought a solution, but the palace does not want to embrace this solution. Well, maybe until it gets to a point of regret before they realise." Martin was about to say something else when they started hearing chaos in the training ground. The three brothers exchanged glances, and without wasting another second, they all rushed out of the room to see what was going on. Martin gasped when he saw that his pack was under attack again. The three brothers immediately grew their claws and jumped into the battlefield. This was the first time Martin would fight against the rogues together with his brothers. He didn't need a sword or a dagger. He grew his claws and his fangs and entered the battl

Then screaming erupted from the back convoy and chaos exploded instantly. “ATTACK!” The word tore across the road just as dark figures burst from the forest surrounding us theu were rogues but they looked different . Their eyes glowed blood red while black veins crawled beneath their skin unnaturally, it was void corruption. Bastian. “Defend the civilians!” I roared. Everything descended into violence. One of the corrupted rogues lunged toward a supply wagon I shifted instantly. Nikal exploded free beneath my skin while massive black fur burst outward violently.

' I could feel Gidian beaming with pride at my remarks. 'Thank you, and I feel the same about you.' I had an important call to carry out to Alpha Kane of the Half Moon Pack in Russia. They had been experiencing problems with rogue attacks. So, I sent four hundred of our toughest warriors to help. Rogues are wolves who don't belong to a pack. They are treacherous and filled with bloodlust. They don't live by the rules and laws of a pack, instead, they kill as they please, both human and supernatural creatures alike.

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

I could feel the unspoken unity between us, the unbreakable bond that had carried us through countless battles. “Thank you all for coming,” I began, my voice cutting clean through the heavy silence. “I know most of you would rather be guarding your borders than sitting here but what we’re facing isn’t a raid and it isn’t some wandering rogue problem. This—” I gestured toward the map spread across the table “is war.” Murmurs broke out immediately. “The rogues have never been organized before,” Alpha Torran of Clawfang said, slamming his hand on the table. “Now they strike in waves, with weapons we’ve never seen. Silver arrows, wolfsbane blades… where are they getting them?”

Kai POV The rogues hit like a storm unleashed from the very fog itself. Dozens of them, lean and feral, bursting from the treeline with silver-tipped claws glinting in the dying light. Their eyes glow an unnatural crimson, pupils slit like serpents, dilated with a hunger that’s more curse than instinct. They move with horrifying coordination, darting in pairs and threes, cutting through the mist like arrows aimed straight for Liora. Atlas roars inside me, the sound tearing out of my throat as I shift mid-stride, bones snapping and reforming in a blaze of silver-tipped black fur. I launch myself at the lead rogue, jaws clamping around its throat with bone-crushing force. Hot blood sprays acro

Every second stretches into an agonizing eternity as we wait for the first weapon to clear the doorway, bracing ourselves for the inevitable, bloody clash in the dark. Instead of a volley of energy fire or a charging line of bayonets, the lead rogue soldier steps into the chamber alone, his hands held high and empty in the air. He is wearing the dark, heavy armor of Blackfang’s elite guard, but the aggressive posture of a conqueror is entirely absent from his frame.

I nod to the members of C-Squad who are standing in the room, walking between the windows and the doors, checking to make sure Stellan doesn’t get in. “Did you see anything on the monitors, Alpha?” Since all the elite squad leaders introduced themselves during graduation, I know this is Saber. “Nothing, Saber.” She nods and goes back to monitoring the doors and windows. I go outside, lifting my nose in the air. I spin in a slow circle and, not smelling the packless rogue smell coming from any direction, I strip off my clothes and make my way to the border. I run patrols with the others until dawn when the shift changes again, then I head inside to get some sleep.

Killian looked over at Reed in gratitude, resting his hands on the handle of an axe that he found in the hut. "Yeah, me too. It might have to do with my 30th birthday and the fact that my father wanted to bring the coronation forward." Reed scowled. "What I don't get is, most of the tribes are in good terms with Allegra, except for the Zenons. I just can't picture Zenons having a rogue army this big, this vicious." "Me neither." Damon joined in, all rugged up while Lizzy tended to Yeri. "I noticed this earlier - most of the rogues carry similar looking tattoo, like a snake around a torch."

Tim says as he paces forward towards me. I continue to step back as the warriors stand with me moving in front of me. As quickly as they are there, they are surrounded by three rogues each. With the wolfsbane in their systems, they are unable to shift, and I watch in despair as the rogues destroy the two warriors in front of my eyes.