Novel & Cerita Rogue Fairy Tail

I asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.

To patients. A young warrior, his arm bandaged thickly, stiffened when he saw me. I knelt beside his bed without hesitation. “You fought bravely,” I told him. “But bravery doesn’t mean you heal alone.” His eyes filled, and he nodded. Rogue recently attacked the Red moon pack. He is one of the warriors that fight. By the time I left, exhaustion settled deep into my bones, but it was the satisfying kind. The kind that came from purpose. Damon, the warrior assigned by the elders to accompany me, remained quiet as we returned to the palace. He observed everything, reporting nothing aloud. A watcher. A judge.

I knew the werewolf appetite, and we were also lucky to have a fast metabolism that wouldn’t make us the size of an elephant. “You will have a combat fight with the chosen member. Preferably the opposite sex.” I stared at him in disbelief. “What? That’s unfair. I don’t have the training your men have. And they are stronger than me because I am a rogue, obviously.” While waiting for the pancake maker to heat, I cracked some eggs into the bowl. “You want to prove you have a place in my pack? Then fight for that place. Prove it to me and them that you deserve to be here, rogue.”

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

“What witches?” The rogue shook his head, sobbing now. “They do things… things I’ve seen… things that can’t be fought. They curse packs, break minds, twist people into… into monsters.” Raven stepped back, breathing deeply as she processed the information. Luca placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, grounding her. “We’ll be ready,” Luca said quietly, his eyes never leaving the rogue. “If you lie, you won’t leave this room.” The rogue looked up, desperation on his face. “I’m not lying. I swear. He’s coming, and he’ll kill me for failing.”

The rogue inched closer and closer and I thought that it would be the end of me. But then suddenly, a little girl with flaming red hair came out of nowhere rushing towards the rogue and she touched it. Her touch was magical for as soon as the rogue felt her presence, it turned back into human form and was subdued. It even bowed to her before it took off into the woods, leaving me unscathed.

Mid-air, I shifted to my midnight dark lycan form and landed on my two feet. I burst into the moonlit clearing in the garden. There, Tara stood frozen, swinging her cane at the rogues who surrounded her. They were a total of ten rogues against one blind girl? Something was not right, but I didn’t have the luxury of time to find out. A figure stepped forward as all the rogues turned to me, eyes gleaming with malicious intent from the darkness of his cloak. From his size and confidence, I could tell that this rogue was the leader. He glanced back at his comrades. “Capture her; it is important to the bastard,” he gnarled.

Viera orders the rogues. Grinning the rogues close in further. I’m trapped, taking down 15 rogues is impossible even if Madeline were here. But I’m not going down without a fight, I promise myself. The first rogue reaches out and I swipe him with my claws. He pulls back but I’ve angered him, “You’ll regret this….” He comes for me again, the others creating a barrier. It’s him and me. I might be able to beat him but then there’s 14 rogues left and Viera. I push the thought down. Kill this one first and then see what happens.