Roger Rabbit Weasel Novels & Stories

Kylian’s POV “Mr. K, are you sure you want to attend Princess Della’s inauguration dinner in Wakeland?” Roger tried to clarify. The monotonous voice of a warrior echoed from the other end of the call. Swiveling my chair away from my window, I smiled with confidence. “Of course.” I’ve never been more sure in my life. Roger was one of the great warriors whom I encountered at one battle I’ve been in. I saved his life from being a rogue, and in return, he vowed to be my agent even when he only saw my wolf and never my human form.

I've never been so close and personal with an enemy capable of ending me with a twat from his hand before. To my surprise, Roger's lips eventually curl, and he laughs. He gently places me over his chest and closes his eyes. "So heal me then. Hurry, little wolf. I'm dying." Wait, what? Seriously? My fear blows away. Roger isn't as teasing as Caleb when he speaks. He is super bossy, and it aggravates me. The bastard talks to me like I'm his freaking servant—Roger is the male version of Jenna. "I'm not your slave..." I mutter while crouching on top of him, blushing when I notice the hole is gone—the moronic alpha is almost entirely healed. I'm currently sitting over his abs.

"Simply because they weren't qualified to catch me. In the Black Moon, no one could compare to me in terms of speed. Alpha had just left; they didn't have time to close the door when I entered." Roger spoke through quickly. I nod; if it were someone else, I might think they're bragging. But with Roger, I believe he can move exceptionally smoothly in a human or wolf state and be faster than humans. "It's unbelievable that someone like you can hold Diana's head and spin it around like a pitiful cricket." Roger couldn't hide his surprise. "You're more ferocious than I imagined. An angry kitten is scarier than an adult wolf."

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

Adira rolled her eyes but caught the bagel with ease, “Thanks.” She sat on the couch and unwrapped the foil to inspect the bagel. It was lightly toasted with cream cheese spread on one side, jam on the other, and sandwiched together. The sight made Adira smile slightly and she took a little of the jam onto her finger to give it a taste. Raspberry. Her favourite.

His only interest was inflicting pain for no reason. No one knows how we came about, even we did not know. History got lost somewhere, the history of the crazy werewolves called rogues. I followed Logan to a room which was large, green being the theme color for it. I frowned because it reminded me of the pack we came from and that was probably the point behind it all.

I would willingly take on ten muscle-men bodybuilders before I even thought about messing with Dean. In one fluid motion, Dean had Roger pressed against the wall, his hands wrapped in the front of Roger's shirt. Roger started spluttering, the whites of his eyes growing bigger until he looked like a scared rabbit. Dean held him there, then leaned in and whispered something. I couldn't hear it, but somehow Roger's eyes grew even bigger. His hand started scratching at the wall, desperately looking for the door handle to make his escape. Dean let him go, pushing off of him like he didn't want the stench of Roger on his hands. Roger scrambled for the door, running like a beaten dog with his tail

Rabbit nearly choked on air, Rabbit-“ I think you derailed off the course of you asking about my wellbeing” Skyler-“ I wanna know rhe well-being of your Professor’s dick” Rabbit-“bye!”

Jackson remarked. Internally I was laughing to myself, and decided I would use this time to attack but, just as I was about to jump, a wolf came flying at me out of nowhere. His brown fur covering my eyes, making it damn near impossible to know what the hell was going on, but I had never been one to give up without a fight and this wasn't going to be an exception to the rule. I used my hind legs to kick him in the stomach, forcing him off me and sending him flying into a tree. To say he looked pissed off would be an understatement but that simply made the situation all the more amusing for myself.