Roadhog X Junkrat Novels & Stories

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.

“It doesn’t matter; you’re mated now. I am happy for you.” “What about you? Have you found a mate?” “I did, when I turned 18. She was older by two years. About a week after we met, there was a rogue attack; she was one of the few who didn’t make it. It all made sense why Dylan hated Owen. It isn’t because of who Owen is; it is because Owen is considered a rogue. Dylan probably blames all rogues for losing his mate. “I am sorry to hear that.” I touched his shoulder and gave a sympathetic smile.

The stench of rot and blood wafted through the place as werewolves clashed against the rogues. Alpha Renox held two guns, quickly changing the magazines before shooting the rogues down. His Beta was female, wielding a heavy gun that fired multiple bullets at once. Her laughter echoed through the chaos—it all fucking thrilled her. Renox was Mafia, dealing in the underground. It made sense that his pack was strong enough to defeat the rogues with little effort. Seth tore out the windpipe of his opponent, blood splashing across his face—but he didn’t care. He shot the next one and threw his knife at another, the blade striking the rogue squarely in the forehead.

“No, I am talking about Jacob. He is now the Alpha of their pack, and he just got married to a woman named Lucy. She was an Alpha’s daughter, Bethany. Just like you before becoming a rogue.” “He got married? When?”

Best if he spared her the pain of witnessing it. Lennox stormed out of the blacksmith shop, clearly aware that he was too late. Brock stepped out of the doorway of the stables. Jonathan St. Laurent, one of Lennox's friends, was the first to see him. He whistled sharply with his fingers, drawing the attention of the others. Within seconds, Brock was surrounded by the League of Rogues. "Youbloody bastard!" Lennox bellowed and dove at Brock, slamming him against the outside wall of the stable. He grunted as the air was forced from his lungs. Brock was beginning to wonder if every encounter with Lennox was going to end in a fight from now on.

The rogues' sulfuric rotten eggs stench polluted the pristine, fresh air of the morning. "Look who came to join the party?" Chad uttered sarcastically. A black feral rogue lunged at him. He instantly dodged it and slashed his sharp claws across the rogue's face. "Better late than never," Dwayne said as he sank his canine into the neck of the rogue and ripped its head off. He snarled at the other three rogues in front of him. One of them retaliated by growling. The rogues made the first move by suddenly lunging at him. Dwayne's claws and teeth ripped them apart effortlessly.

The tunnel ahead was blocked by a collapsed ceiling. They were trapped. Ten Cyber-Hounds versus a crippled Alpha, an unarmed bodyguard, and a cow. One of the Hounds lunged at Grog. The Rat King punched it, his fist meeting metal with a sickening crunch. The Hound flew back, but it didn't stay down. It shook its head, sparks flying from its jaw, and snarled. "They don't feel pain!" Grog yelled, nursing his bleeding knuckles. Jack looked around desperately. He needed a weapon. He needed an advantage.

He lifts my small wounded and broken wolf form to jump onto the land and lay me down on it softly. Once assured that I was safe, he turns around to the other rogue and that's when the fight begins. 10 seconds....I just counted till 10 seconds to see the rogues fall down dead. One's neck was teared apart from his body while the other was bleeding to death. Pushing their dead bodies into the running water , Volkan clears his snout of their blood in the running stream to only turn around to approach me. I laid there, lifeless and still.

The rogue flies sideways, his bones snapping loudly against a thick oak tree before he drops dead into the dirt. A wild savagery that surprises even me takes over my mind as the remaining two rogues try to scramble away into the bushes. Laycon doesn't give them a single second, catching the second one by his neck and crushing his spine with one sharp, angry bite. The last one screams in terror and runs for his life, but I don't care about him right now. I turn around quickly, my massive paws padding over the leaves until I am standing right in front of Kydra. She is sliding down against the dirt, her body shaking so hard from the shock that she looks like she might break.

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.