Novel & Cerita Rogue/gambit Fanfiction

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

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.

My thoughts would always flutter back to him again, thinking about what would have happened if I had fought him instead of calling a bluff. Maybe I'd have finished college by now. Be somewhere else. My brother made me a rogue, but at least I found my family among other rogues. I thought everything was a mistake and maybe I was cursed, but what if everything that happened to me led me to Sera? Maybe all the pain would be worth it then. I released a deep sigh, scraping the pocket knife along the wood. Little tan shavings clung to my sweatpants and bare chest as the cube started to take shape. What it was turning into…I still didn't know. Maybe it was a turtle…or a bird. Maybe a tree?

The bolt whistled through the air before piercing deeply into the trunk of an oak tree. Amira let out a slow breath that turned into white smoke before her eyes. The sun was nearly set, long, dark shadows casted across the clearing she made into her practice field. The snow was still thick on the ground, the Wisconsin Winter nearly half way finished, yet the cold and snow only seemed to get worse. She lowered her crossbow and blew loose strands of her hair from her face before taking a look around the darkening woods. This was her personal quiet space for solo training while she gathered her thoughts about the battle that was coming. Aiden had been preoccupied with settling in his new pack m

She struggled to get the words out, bombarded with the thoughts of her over a deal. "My Mate took longer to recover," Luka explained. "She was hit by a whole clip, and for a moment there... let's just say, I almost lost her, but crazy as it sounds, her Alpha saved her in time." Simon bristled, "What do you mean saved her? It's not possible to escape the effects once affected, and you say she was hit by a whole clip. Then how the hell was her Alpha able to save her?" "I don't know, but I was there. My mate was working on the brinks of sanity, she was about to turn Rogue, but her Alpha... I don't know what she did, but Amanda came back normal after that. I can't explain it. Okay!"

It’s been happening for years, and I myself had been a victim along with my mother, who, at the ripe age of 23, when I was seven, did a gruesome death at the hands of Victor Taylor. And I was there, watching it happen, unable to do a thing because she asked me not to get involved and save myself. I was only a helpless child. My story isn’t different from the story of your average rogue. To be a rogue is to suffer endlessly until eventually, you succumb to the forces of nature working against you. It’s the reason why I never changed my status from a rogue. I am a rogue and will always be one. Giving my pack a pretty name won’t change what I am, which is why I prefer to be known as the Rogue A

Ethan was halfway back to his camp with nothing more than a bloody nose from the guards he had just stolen the green flag from when I circled him and stepped into his line of site. "Ethan, you really need to be more careful," I taunted, and his nostrils flared when he took in my scent. I knew he recognized me as a rogue and despised me for it, but did he know who he was really up against? I was born with Alpha blood and had built myself up to be the most feared rogue in the world. "Do you know why I'm here?" He curled his lip and shook his head in disgust. "You touched something that belongs to me." My voice carried, and while I was concerned that someone might interrupt me before I got to t

hours. She glanced at Ambrose, who seemed to understand her shock, and gave her a slight nod in confirmation, "Vince's betrothed was still unconscious when I created The Roghnoir. She was still unconscious, when Vince's name was pulled out of the flames and he was dragged into Igritann, just as the veil snapped into place."

The rogue cursed under his breath. “You sly bitch. You’ve summoned someone ,” he muttered. A growl ripped through the forest. Deep, feral, and Alpha. The rogue barely had time to turn before Damon exploded from the trees. He hit him like a battering ram. The force knocked the rogue clean off me, sending both of them crashing into the undergrowth. I scrambled backward, breath ragged. Damon didn’t speak. Didn’t hesitate. He was all teeth and fury. The rogue swung fast once again, but Damon caught his arm mid-strike and twisted.