Novel & Cerita Krogan Without Armor

They were his rogue army. Dead, but not dead. It was blood Magic that kept them standing. They were grotesque things who were snarling, twitching and eyeless. There must havw been Dozens of them that had appeared to fight us. No, they were much more than that. I stepped forward and prepared to fight while thinking. “No... no, no, this can’t be happening to me right now.” “Kayla, stay behind me,” Adrian growled again, pulling me further away as the rogues surged forward, keeping my father and brothers occupied.

one of the rogues sneered, his voice dripping with menace. Damian stepped forward, his stance strong and defiant. “You’re not getting anywhere near it,” he growled. The rogue laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “We’ll see about that.” With a sudden burst of movement, the rogues attacked, their snarls filling the air as they charged at the group. Kyla’s heart raced as the battle erupted around her. She watched in horror as the warriors clashed with the rogues, their growls and roars echoing through the forest.

Harrison offered. “Thanks, but no thanks. Being rogue suits me if you haven’t noticed. It lets me walk in and out of any pack I need to and makes it easier to blend into things when I’m around humans,” Hayden said. “Let’s go inside so I can talk to Mimi and find out everything she knows.”

They shifted their weight from one foot to the other, their eyes flickering from one person to the next as they kept a watchful eye on the room. Their uniforms were a testament to their strength and ferocity. They wore thick leather armor that covered their chests and arms, adorned with intricate designs that marked them as members of the Alpha's personal guard. Their boots were made of thick, sturdy leather, and their pants were reinforced with strips of metal to protect them from claws and teeth. As the meeting progressed, the lycan guards remained vigilant, their senses on high alert. They knew that any moment could bring trouble, and they were ready to spring into action at a moment's no

"This is a rogue pack. We run by our own rules here. The rest of our kind have all kicked us out, shunned us from their traditions so here we are." "How do I trust you? I've seen what your kind has done. All those people you've killed." His eyes harden as he stared at me. "Look, we're not the only rogue pack out here. I can tell you that we are not the savage kind. We have killed a few hunters over the past few years but not recently." "It's a lot to take in," I said and he nodded as he stood up. "I'll someone come and bring you food until I'm certain that you won't try to run or harm us," he said before he left the room.

*** Alpha King Draven’s POV Rogues. Kronos let out a low growl of disgust in my mind, his irritation clear. I parked my car in the garage, stepping out into the chaos. Bodies were everywhere. The caravan had fought hard, taking down most of the rogues, but the losses were heavy. The sight of it all stirred something deep within me. It wasn’t just anger—it was failure. A failure to protect what was mine. She wasn’t even marked, Kronos snarled, his frustration matching my own.

Claws extended, he sprinted toward the fray, the ground trembling under rogue boots pounding the earth. Flames erupted along the ward line, the barrier flickering out like a snuffed candle. Zara's treachery—Torin scented it now, her sly perfume tangled with the invaders' stench. 'Traitorous bitch,' he snarled, leaping over a fallen log. Rogues poured through the gap, two dozen at first, then a flood: scarred brutes in spiked armor, axes swinging, cocks bulging against leather as battle-lust surged. They crashed into the pack's front line, blades clashing, teeth ripping flesh. A beta went down under a rogue's boot, throat torn open in a spray of blood, his body jerking as the attacker pissed

The groyals were way more numerous than the rogues that attacked earlier today. The other warriors lunged and shifted midair. Attack those monsters in a blur of movement until I couldn't even tell who had the upper hand. But when the bodies started dropping one by one, I let out a huge sigh of relief, seeing that the dead bodies were wolves who were completely torn apart and already covered in scars. Not the bodies of Carlo's warriors. A groyals spots me, and it lunges in my direction. I held my breath. A warrior blocked its attack, and I immediately used that momentum to drag myself away.

He wore full tactical armor, his face grim. ‎ ‎The Rogues tensed, hands drifting to weapons. They were used to seeing Crescent Moon colors only through the scope of a rifle. ‎ ‎Kaelen stepped forward to meet him. ‎ ‎The two Alphas stood face to face. The King of the Scraps and the Lord of Tradition. ‎ ‎Loine looked at the small, dirty band of Rogues. Then he looked at Kaelen. ‎ ‎"You survived the city," Loine noted. ‎ ‎"We broke the city," Kaelen corrected.

A chorus of snarls and growls followed as the guards half-shifted and launched into the night, blurs of speed and shadows. “Lucien,” I spoke through the mind-link as we ran. “Give me a sitrep.” “Twelve rogues, my king. No crest. No allegiance.” I arrived at the granary and saw the destruction for myself. The scent of wolf blood was thick in the air. Strong. They were powerful, experienced. Not your usual scattered rogues. We tracked them quickly—straight into an ambush. Group A was already engaged in battle when I arrived. Without hesitation, I joined the fray.