Roger Rabbit Weasel Novels & Stories

"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.

“A pleasure to meet you, too. How do you guys know each other?” “Oh,” Roger said, smiling, “let’s just say we go way back.” “Roger is one of my oldest friends,” Caleb said. “He’s saved my life once or twice.” “More times than that,” Rogers said, laughing. Rose peeked her head out of Caitlin’s jacket, and Roger’s eyes lit up. “Well, hello little fella,” he said, coming over and petting her. Rose licked his huge palm. “How did you know we were here?” Caleb asked.

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.

Snake answered as he dashed towards Rogers. Rogers growled as he threw out a fist, aiming for Snake's face. Nimbly, Snake dodge under his swinging arm and swept his dagger upward. Right before the dagger was about to pierce into Rogers's body. There was a spark like a bullet hitting the blade. With a loud cling, there was a firework of sparks and Snake's lethal move was diverted. He was astounded and glanced down to the floor only to be surprised by what he saw. It was nothing but a cigarette butt.

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

Vladimir hummed while rolling the sleeves of his white shirt while analysing the man in front of him. Roger, the Mexican Cartel's man, spit at Vladimir’s shoe. “You will die, Russian Dog. My Boss Diego will give you the death of a stray dog!” In a sudden swift moment, Vladimir moved and grabbed Roger’s chin. His eyes swirled with murderous madness as He got into that man’s face. “You have spirit, I give you that but it won't save you from this Sinner’s cruelty, Roger,” He gritted out, his breath hot against Roger’s face.