Roadhog X Junkrat Novels & Stories

I notice a warrior who has three rogues on him. I race over and rip a rogue off the warrior who is already wounded. The rogue I tore off him had been going for the death bite. He caught some of the warrior’s skin tearing it off with him. I jump on the back of the rogue and bite his neck, ripping out his throat in the process.

The door opened and the group of men who had rolled Carl away had returned with him. Carl was breathing, he was alive but his eyes were somehow not the same as he was seemingly drifting between consciousness and unconsciousness. "With your DNAs, I can create a whole pack of wolves and use them to do my biddings" the man in black stated. The other man, who apparently is the doctor, came out of the room and looked once more at the rogues and pointed at Joyce who was struggling to free herself. "Get your filthy hands off me..." she kept struggling as they bundled her away into the other room. Few minutes later, Joyce screamed seemingly in pain and it hurt Leo as he wished he could protect his f

Again, and again and again I had been used and tossed to the side like a rag doll. “Look at you Bobby, hiding behind a mere teenager. Look at the state of your pack, can you see how pitiful it is? With a snap of my finger, I can send you all into extinction.” Rogue Alpha roared his voice like steel, his hands spread apart like a messiah. “Come out here and fight me Bobby or I’ll wipe out your pack and fuck your daughter that you so love.” “Fight me instead, “Lee roared from his position, his face barely visible from beneath the Betas boots.

I need to baby that leg, if I get pushed on it it will give out again and I am at risk if two rogues are over me when fighting. As I continue moving back and forth waiting for them to make the first move, the first rogue runs at me swiping at my front paw. He catches it tearing the skin. As he flies by I catch his neck and slam him to the ground. As the other rogue jumps again on my back, I finish the first rogue off by clawing his stomach; his intestines pour out. He can’t survive that attack and is quickly dying.

Instead of arguing or bantering with him, so I take of running. I see Jaxon and Matt behind me and warriors coming. In front of me I could count twelve rogues. This will be easy. Rogues fight dirty but I’m not one to fight fair either. Not with my abilities. I slam my body into the first rogue and I send him flying against a tree. Then I flip and charge at two more rogues that are snarling at me. I clamp my jaw on the neck of one and kick the other one in the chest with my hind legs and sending him hurling over branches as I snap the neck of the one in my grasp.

, Xeria continued to weaken his stance. She was going to have him thinking about this as long as he lived. "I can't meet your condition, just help my mate already- "Why should I help a mutt when there's absolutely nothing in for me?", Xeria made the mistake of calling the strongest wolf in history's mate names which was very much unappreciated by the Rogue Alpha. Dark fur sprouted on his arms, his eyes, the scary crimson red he always had control over. The fury in them not quite missed.

She reeks of black magic—a Shadow Witch, probably the one who masked the rogues' smell. -"Pin her down." She orders, and four rogues launch at me. I fight them off as each one of them takes one of my paws. I move away from Morgan and manage to bite the jaw of the Rogue to my right; with one single movement, I rip his jaw off his face. A blood pool forms on the floor underneath the butchered animal. More rogues join the unfair fight. Some bite my paws, and others jump on top of me, biting my back. Soon I am crushed down on all the blood and mud by their body weight.

Luke didn’t stop looking at each of them so intensely as he continued, “The rogue attack is drawing closer and closer to our boundaries.” “And we are prepared,” one of the elders replied. Luke shook his head, frowning a bit, “Are you sure about this? How ready?” he replied. The elders knew he had lost his dad to a rogue attack in a neighbouring pack, in which his dad’s friend was alpha and he had gone to assist them. Since then, their pack had been on consistent alert and guarding. No rogue was let to go free, as they could be a spy.

It was easy to see the difference between pack members and rogues because they looked mangy and emaciated and smelled of rotted garbage. I spotted a rogue that looked like they were trying to sneak an attack on another wolf that I recognized as Theirry, Marcus’ wolf, who was already fighting another rogue. As the rogue began to run in Theirry’s direction, I ran in the direction of the rogue. As he leaped to attack, I launched myself at him. Our wolves collided and landed on the ground in a painful thud. I bit down hard and ripped flesh from his side as one of his paws connected with my head, slamming into the ground.

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.