Moulin Rouge Mcgregor Novels & Stories

I could recall that day in the rain, he shot someone, but I couldn't be sure, maybe I was hallucinating. I pulled out a business card I had been hiding and looked at it. Maybe he could help, but I was afraid of getting him involved, what if Miguel was really dangerous and gets him killed. ... My eyes met hazel green ones, they were entrancing and it was really hard to look away. He had this mysterious glint in his eyes that made you want to unravel him. As if he knew something I didn't. His dark hair was shaved low at the side and a little bit longer and curly at the top.

I said quietly and they nodded in response. Another pair of eyes followed our movements and I could hear the pants and wild heartbeat of the rogues. Well, as long as we stick to my advice nothing will go wrong—“ What. The. Fuck?” Millicent whisper yelled. My eyes followed to what they were all looking at. The sight before us was stomach wrenching and very disturbing. Two rogues feasting on another rogue. Cannibalism. “ What should we do now?” Millicent asked. Nobody had the guts to move as the sight was petrifying beyond anything. In a whisper Felix said to the group, “ We can still get through. But we have to be very careful”.

The other guys couldn't compete with Mac Vu, and in less than two minutes he had toppled them all. - Useless bunch. The oligarch began to take action on his own, and finally someone who knew how to fight made Mac Vu even more aggressive, but he could not escape anything, not even six moves the other guy was defeated. A kick that used sixty percent of Mac Vu's strength sent the oligarch flying several meters away, fortunately there was a pier to hold it or else it would have fallen into the sea, not even the body could hold it. At first glance, the other group of people all had their heads cut off, and the heavier ones were lying on their own blood-stained areas.

Henry roared, charging at me. I met him head-on, the impact shaking the ground. Behind him, the man carrying Macy retreated into the warehouse. Derick lunged at the other Rogue, and the fight began.

The man on the ground spat, rolling to the side, coughing out blood. "So what if the Alpha chose me to be his mate?" My voice go cold. I send another kick to his ribs, the satisfying crunch of bones filling the air. "Time up," Scarface announces. I glare at the lump on the ground that represents the masked man I'm fighting. He shifts but doesn't get off the floor, groaning in pain.

“If the sight is too much for you then you should leave” “Are you sure you can fight him?” I asked, watching Magnus pull off his shirt and revealing some of the most horrible scars I have ever seen. “I understand your fear, but I will beat him” Mammon assured and turned around to face Magnus . The fight immediately and Mammon tries to throw a punch but Magnus dodges it and connects his fist with Mammon jaw, earning a loud roar from the spectators. Oh dear. It is going to be a long fight.

I tugged it from the socket and approached the two. They were rolling around on the floor, one getting more punches in than the other. Maverick was on the floor, blood dribbling from his nose and mouth. Garnering all my might, I swung down the lamp. The steel gave a satisfying clank where it hit the man. For a second he stopped. Looked up at me with an irritated twitch of his mouth. Before he could look back at Maverick, the Gamme got a knee between them. Shoved him hard enough that his knee popped. The man refused to move.

The training and instincts kicked in, allowing me to defend myself with precision and agility. Miley quickly pulled the other rogue, sending him a punch on the nose. The rogue let out a grunt of pain, stumbling backward. I knew I couldn't let my guard down either, so I swiftly dispatched the first rogue with a well-placed strike, incapacitating him momentarily. However, the struggle was far from over. More rogues appeared at the doorway, their masked faces filled with malice and intent

The alpha rogue stumbled back. Low grunts and whimpered emitted from his throat. His eyes were flaring red and thirsty for blood. But at the same time, he had lost so much blood, too. All of sudden, he collapsed on the ground. Marcus eyed the rouge. The rogue was barely breathing then. As being said, the rouge had lost so much blood. His wounds kept adding up since he was facing not one but four fighters. One versus four! Yet, the rogue made it till there was only Marcus caught up with him was a miracle.

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.