Ragdoll Novel Novels & Stories

The image haunted my mind as he drove his dagger into the rogue's neck and dark blood split from the open wound. Blinking back the tears, I tried to ignore the rogue's face. She was beautiful. Dark hair, blue eyes and pale skin. She was so scared because she knew she was going to die. The desperate look in her eyes as she stared at me the same moment my father killed her. Jolting up from sleep, I found myself reeling from the nightmare I'd had a thousand times before. Except for this time, it seemed much worse. Moving my legs over the edge of my bed, I sat up straighter and grabbed my jeans, before pulling them on.

I stagger, vision flickering, but Atlas’s fury drives me forward, my jaws tearing its ear clean off, forcing it to retreat with a yelp. The forest is a maelstrom of savagery—snarls tear through the air like thunder, branches snap like brittle bones under the weight of clashing bodies, and the metallic reek of blood drowns out the pine and earth. Rogues swarm our flanks with unnerving coordination, darting in pairs to exploit gaps in our line, their movements betraying an insider’s knowledge of our defences. A massive rogue leaps onto my back, its silver claws sinking into my haunch, the agony a white-hot brand that threatens to buckle my legs. My vision blurs red, but I buck wildly, muscles

The silver shackles on the rogue's legs cause him to fall back onto the ground. Dylan stands over him and presses his foot into the giant wound Cora made in his groin. "You will never touch another woman," Dylan growls. A puddle of dark red blood begins to pool around the rogue's body and I don't know if Dylan has the restraint to stop from killing him. Finally, Dylan removes his foot from the rogue's wound and steps away. I let out a sigh of relief because I need to know which one of these bastards is Donovan. Stepping up to the rogue I pull him to his feet by his collar. "Are you Donovan?"

I ignore her rude remark and keep following her. The scent of gasoline hit, too strong it burn through my nostril and the sight makes my stomach twist. At the center of the room is a strange man, unrecognizable as if tortured for several days, with a pool of blood beneath him as he struggles on the floor. Something wet is slicking down his body, and right before him is... Drogo. The rogue Alpha. He sat like a man who owns the space, a cigarette dangling at the side of his lips. Smoke curls the frame of his cold face.

The abuse she faced from a young age has messed her up so bad that her brain doesn't understand how bad of a situation she is in. He stops after who knows how many strikes, her body as completely given up on her, she tries to breathe with difficulty, leaning her whole body on the pillar. The pain is so excruciating, and it hurts more as she knows there's a satisfactory grin on his face. He comes in front of her, after stripping the black formal shirt and the black formal pants he had on. Alex takes off the tie that was tied around her torso and pushes her down on her knees. She looks up at him with tears in her eyes; he looks down at her with a playful smirk on his face. She slowly looks dow

The air is light and refreshing, I find myself closing my eyes. Opening my eyes once more, I continue to walk forward. As I walk the grass beneath me begins to grow warm. I shift my gaze down and watch as the light green grass begins to glow yellow. From the middle of the clearing purple fog begins to form. The fog is thick and dark as it begins to further spread. I watch as the fog suddenly begins to spiral upward. Slowly the fog begins to clear and a large black dog with glowing purple eyes stands before me. Wisps of black flames surround the dog. The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me.

Dom is quick to move, letting the rogues hit one another. Dazed, the wolves stand and shake their heads. This time Dom lunges. He lands on the larger of the two and sinks his teeth into his leg. The rogue howls in pain. Dom lets go, unable to stomach the trashy taste of blood. The other rogue pounces on him, dragging his claws across his chest. Blood oozes out over Dom’s midnight fur. The gray rogue hovers, snapping and clawing. He never relents, making it hard for Dom to regain control. Red fur comes flying through the trees, tackling the rogue. He never stood a chance against my red-headed beauty. She wraps her jaws around his throat, snapping them shut until she hears the bone break.

She heard a howl behind her, a figure pounced on her making her fall on the floor. Her chest pressed on the floor, she whimpered. The figure yanked her, grabbing her neck and raising her off from the floor. The figure turned her body slowly to him. Dana shuddered at his sight. It was a rogue. Her heart thudded on her chest. The rogue wolf howled at her. The rogue squeezed her neck slowly. Dana gargled holding the rogue hand and her eyes pleading for him to stop. The wolf continued pressing her neck tightly but slowly like he was playing with her neck.

It seemed like the room vanished into thin air. Warren shook his head. He already saw too much for the day. There was nothing that could surprise him anymore. Then Warren arrived in the basement of the White family again. He looked around and saw the books from earlier which he couldn't understand. The name of the first book, immediately grabbed his attention. The book was named 'The Legendary King Cole!'

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.