Roger Lord Of The Flies Novels & Stories

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

His wolf Telly had told him 'not now'. But Roger had waited long enough to have this little wolf apologize for her actions. And apparently she had been out here the whole time ignoring him, she had to know who he was, he was the biggest wolf here. And surely Thomas would have mentioned him to her. Yet she was over there without a care in the world, seemingly didn't think she owed him an apology, well she bloody did. Roger could smell fear coming from her, he was close enough not to need Telly help on that, good he wanted her to be afraid.

He gnashed his teeth angrily, connecting with Cortina’s hind leg. “Chloe!” Rodger screamed, running towards us. He looked crazed, purple sparks flying from his hands towards us. The sparks landed on the wolf, but just seemed to anger him more. Rodger was too far away, and I didn’t want him to get any closer to this monstrous wolf.

Christian laughed and said, “Roger, do you think it’s still useful to pretend to be a good father now? If it weren’t for your selfishness during the God Creation Project back then, our Clarke family would have landed on the other side long ago. Everything in the world would have been under our control! But because of you, the efforts of many people have gone down the drain! Just because you’re not perfect, you’re putting everything on your son. You just want to get your hands on his dragon that’s still growing to replace your own dragon heart that’s on the verge of breaking down. Otherwise, why did my sister-in-law set up District 12? She was guarding against you!” A blast of thunder fell fr

Then, when he’s ready, Roger lifts his eyes to mine and nods his snout once. “All right,” I say, gesturing towards the door. “Lead the way.” Eagerly, Roger prowls out, his gigantic wolf so tall that his shoulders nearly coming even with my chest. Our troops move aside to make room for Roger as he turns into the sewer, looking left down the long aisle. I signal my troops for their attention, which they give me eagerly, and then point down the hall after Roger’s retreating form, signaling that we will follow. As one, the troops nod, and we start off with Roger in the lead and me close behind.

I said quietly and they nodded in response. Another pair of eyes followed our movements and I could hear the pants and wild heartbeat of the rogues. Well, as long as we stick to my advice nothing will go wrong—“ What. The. Fuck?” Millicent whisper yelled. My eyes followed to what they were all looking at. The sight before us was stomach wrenching and very disturbing. Two rogues feasting on another rogue. Cannibalism. “ What should we do now?” Millicent asked. Nobody had the guts to move as the sight was petrifying beyond anything. In a whisper Felix said to the group, “ We can still get through. But we have to be very careful”.

“I have men that aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty if you need the assistance. I simply want to help.” I nod, and Roger shows him to the door. As soon as he’s gone, I pour myself a generous amount of scotch. Tough kid, rough around the edges even with all his posturing in that suit and expensive haircut. Certainly somebody I’d prefer to call an ally than an enemy. When Roger returns, he immediately launches into the earful he's dying to give me. “We didn't need him to tell us it was Jack. I think it was obvious from the beginning that he’s behind this shit.”

The vicious evil force was dead along with his heinous mates and so was his fucking blood thirsty army of newborns. I scanned the area as my wolf, Roger suddenly started getting restless. “What’s the matter, Roger ?” I asked. “Mate is in trouble,” he said. “What ? Where ?” I asked as I shifted myself and let Roger take over. Roger strode across the dead bodies of the warriors and ran swiftly with great urgency towards a huge rocked megalithic structure by the lake. I could make out the silhouette of my warrior princess and no one was around her. She stood on the rock alone and it seemed that she was desperately trying to reach the tip of the rock for support which was just above the lake.

If I wasn’t careful, I’d be stuck in the forest when the sun went down. My gelding’s name was Roger. It wasn’t a name that I would have given him, but it was the name that he came with and that he responded to, so I didn’t change it. Roger was jet black with a white star on his forehead. He stood sixteen and a half hands high with powerful, well-defined flanks. Had he been human, he would have easily been taken for a body builder.

Young Alistair was chained in a lying position, at the centre of the assembly. The camp was as noisy as hell. Roger stood in front of her, flanked by his army, wearing a huge, triumphant smile. He was twice as large as any man she'd ever seen with long fangs and claws. "Little Lamb of the white coven. Are you ready to swear your allegiance to me and enter my service." He snarled. Alistair spat in his face. "I'd never. Mark my words!"