One Piece Roger Pirates Novels & Stories

Sinclair I storm down the hallway on my way to the meeting, but I’m gratified to see Roger waiting there for me at the door, leaning against the wall. I nod to him, not breaking my stride, but he falls in with me as we head inside. “So, what’d you bring?” Roger asks, his voice serious. “What?” I ask, half turning to him in my confusion. “To kill the prince,” Roger says, his face deadpan. “Like a gun, or something more dramatic like a morning star? Or are you just going to like, tear him limb from limb –“

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

Greg scoffed and said, “This is where those of us in the rogue world have an upper-hand. For some reason, you authoritative figures often believe that we operate solo when the fact is most of us don’t. But, of course, I speak for lycans. I don’t know if proditors are accustomed to doing things as a team but the events in Blue Crescent today show us that, accustomed or not, rogue vampires who can work in a team do exist. And rogue teams that can work together are dangerous at best and lethal at worst.” Rafael then mentioned, “We do catch burglars working in teams of three from time to time, and crimes similar to those. But there are still some who work alone. In essence, whether proditors are

“But how…” The warrior smacked his head again. “I warned you. You wouldn’t like the consequences if you fail to obey her.” “You want your mate and pups to be safe, don’t you?” another warrior remarked. Roger’s gaze moved between us and the pups. He clearly wanted to revolt, but perhaps his wolf was against it. He should know that they wouldn’t be able to overpower us. He heaved a breath as though he felt defeated. “Please… don’t hurt my babies,” he said. “They are innocent.”

Roger did not take them seriously either. He looked at Kaze coldly and said, “Kaze Lee, I didn’t expect you to show up alone. Since I’m in a good mood today, I’ll give you a chance to beg me. If you divorce your wife and let her marry Henry, I will grant you a swift death.” Everyone was surprised by how arrogant and outrageous Roger’s request was. Aside from asking Kaze to divorce his wife and have her marry Henry, Roger wanted him dead. Though no one suspected his ferocity and threats with the numerous gangster bosses on his side.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

“May he make me a great deal of money tonight!” “You bet again!?” Cora gasps, smacking him and making him spill the champagne a bit. Roger just grins at her, pouring quickly and passing the glasses around. On his other side, Jesse laughs, clearly enjoying the drama. “I basically had to, Cora,” Roger says, looking at her with wide-eyed innocence and glancing my way. “He is Ariel’s mate – I have to support the family –“

“I have men that aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty if you need the assistance. I simply want to help.” I nod, and Roger shows him to the door. As soon as he’s gone, I pour myself a generous amount of scotch. Tough kid, rough around the edges even with all his posturing in that suit and expensive haircut. Certainly somebody I’d prefer to call an ally than an enemy. When Roger returns, he immediately launches into the earful he's dying to give me. “We didn't need him to tell us it was Jack. I think it was obvious from the beginning that he’s behind this shit.”

Aspen asked her after a moment of silence. “Nothing really. Something about supplies and rogues but he didn’t explain much.” Aspen nodded slightly as he thought to himself for a moment. There was a delicate line, he knew, between telling Adira enough information to stop her from asking questions and telling her too much, putting her in danger from people and forces she didn’t even know existed yet. “It’s complicated, Adira. Life for people like us, werewolves that is, it’s not looking good right now. There is a lot of fighting, a lot of dangers we face, and our missions try to ease some of that suffering.”

Kaleb is standing on the top of the ring. He is lifting his arms in the air once again and jumps off, landing with his leg squarely across Roger's neck. Roger grabs at his neck in pain and is struggling to breathe. Kaleb lifts Roger off the floor and opens his jaws revealing his large canines and prepares to dig his teeth into Roger's throat, Rogers uses all his strength to push him back and starts swiping his claws at Kaleb, this time his claws scratches his chest causing deep gashes and sending blood spilling onto the white floor. Kaleb starts to swipe back at Roger, drawing more blood. His hits are more powerful than Roger's and he feels every painful strike, sending him to his knees. Rog