Roger His Dark Materials Novels & Stories

I looked around to see where the voice was coming from but I was alone. “You won’t find me out there,” the voice said laughing. “Who are you?” “I am Zara, your wolf.” She must have felt the shock that had taken over me because she began laughing. “I know what you’re thinking, but Emily, you are not a Sigma, you are far from it.” “I don’t understand.” “I don’t fully understand it myself, but together we will learn who, or what we are.” I finally looked around the room I was in. It was a basic room, a bed, dresser, and a small closet. Nothing over the top. The walls were made from logs, like a log cabin.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

I know for a fact that if I was truly settled and contented with what I have for the past centuries, I would have died by now. But I’m not dead, so my heart hasn’t reached it’ contentment. And while I don’t wish to see how it ends, there’s a longing curiosity inside of me that seeks to know what it is could sedate a monster like me. There was none, I thought. Until it happened. The black and white scene. Flashing an image of a school's playground with two people talking to each other. One girl and one boy, smiles on their faces as they both let the wind sway their swings.

There was Fenrik, his golden eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, but also a weariness that hadn't been present moments ago. He stood beside someone I didn't recognize, a tall, cloaked figure whose face was obscured by shadow. I saw myself too, in various forms—sometimes wielding a sword with unexpected grace, sometimes cloaked in dark, flowing robes, a crown of thorns resting on my head. In one vision, I stood on a precipice overlooking a vast, shimmering city, flames licking at the horizon. In another, I held a small, glowing orb in my hands, its light pulsing in rhythm with my own accelerated heartbeat.

Then he turned to Roger and his gang who gathered on the corner, eyes bulging out in complete shock as they stared at Heli. “W-who the hell are you? And why the fuck did you break my door?!” Roger bellowed, his face turning red, veins popping out on his neck and arms. His bravado didn’t last when Heli pinned him with his cold, dangerous eyes. I shivered when I noticed the temperature in the room was slowly turning cold, but there was no sign of ice crawling across the marbled floor of Roger’s room. “It’s none of your fucking business who I am,” Heli spoke, his voice low and dangerous as he continued glaring at the bastards. “But this guy you are planning to take advantage of is my business.”

His bloodshot eyes even widened. Splat! He spat blood all of a sudden! His body wobbled like a wavering kite falling to the ground. He managed to catch the chair beside him to prevent himself from collapsing. “Why you? Why are you the commander of this operation? I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it!” Roger shouted like a madman. His shirt was tainted with his blood and it made him look terrifying. He had planned meticulously to bring back the Construction and Material Society. It was to help the Hilfinger family attack Perfect World Group so that he could annex the company’s wealth.

"When I have free time, I will visit him." Roger didn't answer, just nodded. Roger is a person who is good at hiding his emotions, except for the first day he hears about Erza; the next day, he returns to his normal appearance. Fun to talk to, still teasing Evelyn, but she didn't bother to fight or fight with him. At first glance, Roger may be heartless, but few people understand that he wants to bring some air to everyone. Last night, I caught him sitting by the riverside, his eyes so brooding that he didn't know I was standing behind him.

I tried my best to survey him without looking directly into his eyes like Paul had warned me about. I gathered in my quick survey that he had black hair, streaked with grey and his eyes were a light shade of brown. He wore a pristine black suit with well-polished shoes. I know because he currently had a collared girl cleaning them for him. He wore no crown but it wouldn't take a genius to realise who he is and what sort of authority he has. Paul greets them all. "King Matthias. Prince Francis. Luther. Richard." Paul says Richard's name with apparent dislike.

I said. "My name is Kyros and I am your protector. Well, I was your protector when you were born, but I was murdered when you were two but there was something in your mind which seemed unable to forget me," he sighed but I didn't remember anyone called Kyros when I was child. He didn't even have a face. I guess that didn't really help, perhaps if he had a face, I would be able to remember who the hell he was but he was faceless and his voice didn't ring any bells either.

A tall man appeared behind the door with a small smile curving his lips upwards. "Sorry for interrupting. But we thought it best if we checked on your progress, sir," the man said. He smiled brightly at me, but I could immediately tell by his cold blue eyes that there was no warmth behind the smile. "Who are you?" I demanded angrily as he approached, glancing quickly between the boy and the man with suspicious eyes. He tilted his head slightly, looking confused. "My name is Roger. I am one of the most respected members of the organization and one of the top agents working for the organization, if not the top agent. It's nice to meet you."