Remy Rogue Novels & Stories

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

Then I saw him. A tall man, by a black jeep. Broad shoulders. Black hair and an eye patch that still made him look dangerous and alluring. Del Morino. The Rogue Alpha. He looked right at me. Sharp, grey eyes. No smile. No words. But something in the air just shifted. Power and danger. And something else. I don't know what. Clarissa put her hand on my back. “Be a good girl, now. He doesn’t like weak women.” I turned to her, my eyes burning. “Then it’s a good thing I’m done being weak.”

, Monte said her name slowly, as if he was sampling it on his tongue. "I'm Skywalker, by the way", the guy that had dragged Leo away introduced himself. "Nice name", Meghan said. When he looked at her like he expected her to say something more, she added. "I like it" "That's it?",he asked her. What else did he want her to say? Meghan thought. "Do you need a translation into another language?" "No, nah. But hold up, have you ever watched Guardians of the galaxy?" "Yeah" He cocked his head.

I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.

Integrity +1 → 8/10 Remy Dagger Sync +1 → 95% Celeste Valentina Morua—14, Level 2, Crown equipped— curled into Remy ready for Monday and every mist-space night after.

Even Silas seemed to deflate, the fight draining out of him under his leader’s withering disapproval. Rogue turned back to me. The glacial eyes held mine. "My apologies, Mr. Reynolds," he said, the words unexpected, delivered with a stark sincerity that threw me more than any threat. "For the… unwelcome reception. And for the threats made against you and your companion. They were unauthorized and unacceptable." He gave a slight, formal nod. "My name is Rogue. I lead the Eagle Brothers. You carved the Crown of Azura. That demands a certain… respect. And a conversation."

She stutters awake, saying, "What? Where? Why?" Toby doesn't answer or ask her anything yet as he slaps her once, twice, three times, making her whimper. He then says, "You are no rogue... Who are you?" "My name is Melanie and I am a rogue..." "No, you are not!! I am a rogue..." He then slaps her again, as he growls... "Who are you working for?"

She bit her lip impatiently . Rogue during this events had already reached the school premises and had placed his phone on do not disturb mode. Upon reaching the entrance Rogue was greeted by his friends. Silver and Morris. Silver was the same age as Rogue, standing at 5,9 feet tall. He had dark hair in dreadlocks form and a pair of silver colored eyes.