Krogan Without Armor Novels & Stories

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

As we arrived at the north end, I was surprised to see four very strong looking rogues standing in front of us. They were not the traditional looking rogues. Rogues were typically weak, scrawny, and often had a stench about them. A stench that was the usual way to identify a rogue. These rogues did not have a scent of any kind. Something was off. I shifted, and grabbed a pair of shorts, as each of the four rogues stood naked in front of us.

"Anyone who touches Alpha Derek is completely dead!" The loud shout is followed by the sudden arrival of over two hundred huge warriors in black armor, all heavily armed with claws and blades, quickly surrounding the entire Blackfang rogue crew. Rocco turns around fast, his face twisting with deep frustration. "Mr. Stilinski! Why is the Crescent Ridge Territory showing up in such massive force on this border?" With his top Beta wolves flanking his sides, Stiles Stilinski walks proudly out of the crowd. He completely ignores Rocco's face as his boots approach my frame.

Before I could answer, a growl came from behind us. We both turned. Out from the trees, a large shape stepped forward. It moved like a wolf, but its body was too big, too thin, and its fur was clumped together in patches. Its eyes glowed white, and its breathing was uneven, more like a growl with every exhale. A rogue. Kael stepped forward without hesitation. I wanted to help, but I couldn’t risk showing too much strength. My disguise was still the only thing keeping me safe. The rogue lunged first. Kael dodged and slashed at it, cutting its side. The thing barely reacted. It came again, faster this time, claws tearing into the ground.

"Protect the non-combatants! Bottleneck them in the corridors!" Total chaos erupted. Enforcers scrambled to form a living shield around Zoriya, Cayden, Kai, Maeve, and Karla, pushing them toward the heavy iron doors at the rear of the hall. A massive, grey-furred rogue lunged straight for me, its jaws snapping wildly. Before I could even summon the white-hot static in my chest, a blur of solid muscle and silver intercepted the beast. Ronan drove his combat knife deep into the rogue's chest, throwing the heavy body aside with a brutal grunt.

When they reached the ridge overlooking the east patrol path, they halted. Below, the scene was chaos. Three pack warriors were surrounded by a group of cloaked figures—rogues, by the look of them. One of the intruders stood out, taller, with glowing red eyes and a strange insignia across his chest. Killian bared his teeth. “Bloodfang rogues.” Seraya’s breath caught. “But they haven’t crossed borders in years.” “They have now.” He shifted mid-stride, his massive black wolf leaping into the fray with a snarl that made the trees tremble. Seraya followed suit, her silver wolf smaller but swift, slicing through the shadows like moonlight.

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.

Indeed, if it could help me make the pack understand that I was worthy of standing next to Alex, I was ready to risk his anger. “But…” the protest died on his lips the moment he looked into my eyes. Soon, 4 rogues appeared, one of which was in human form. His eyes were unfocused, and his appearance was disheveled more than I could possibly put into words. He looked like a homeless person who might be hanging onto the last thread of sanity… I would have been put off by the sight had it been something else. But the blood of warriors flowed in my veins, and soon enough, fighting ensued… During the fight, I could swear they weren’t giving it their all, for it was all too easy.

But the moment I drew close to the frontline, I realized that was next to impossible. The difference was glaringly obvious. Our warriors fought in disciplined formations with polished armor and clean fur, while the rogues were wild, and covered in grime. I lunged toward the first rogue that crossed my path, swinging my blade in a sharp arc. But the creature dodged with unnatural speed, evading my steel completely before spinning around to target another warrior behind me—probably considering me to be far more trouble than I was worth. I gritted my teeth and turned to face another incoming beast. But as the battle broke out across the field, things quickly took a dark turn.

“No, it is a valid question. Are you going to be taking on the rogue wolves on your own, too?” “Nope. You and the rest of the warriors will be nearby. Close enough to come in when I signal, but far enough away that he can’t smell you,” I continued. “If rogues attack, you handle them. The warriors should wear bite-proof armor for the mad rogues. We don’t want…” “No,” Logan said, cutting me off. I held his gaze, refusing to back down. “I have to go back, Logan.”