Rogue/gambit Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Tim says as he paces forward towards me. I continue to step back as the warriors stand with me moving in front of me. As quickly as they are there, they are surrounded by three rogues each. With the wolfsbane in their systems, they are unable to shift, and I watch in despair as the rogues destroy the two warriors in front of my eyes.

“Ahh…the little dragon has come to pay me a visit. How did I get so lucky?” Uncle Mark opens the cell door and grabs the rogue by his throat. “What are you doing to the shifters and humans,” he demands. The rogue just smiles at him and says nothing. Out of no where the rogue is able to kick uncle Mark and bites him. I immediately reacted and ran to help uncle Mark, using my powers to get the rogue off of him. I got closer than I thought and the rogue grabs me. The moment he does I feel a pull into the darkness and my surroundings disappear.

The Mistbane territory thrived under our care, and we had each other—stronger, wiser, and forever bonded. And as we stood together, hands clasped, hearts aligned, the first light of a new dawn touched the horizon, painting everything in gold. Our story was no longer about survival or struggle. It was about love, power, and peace—and it would last forever. “After all, I was once just an exiled rogue, a soul who had fallen to the savage beast within. I was far from perfect—but we were perfect for each other. And that was more than enough.”

Three words stood out among the scrawled, decaying text: Rogue. Curse. Blood debt. "Rogue werewolves," Frank said, his voice low and almost reverent. "Wolves cast out from their packs. They become something... darker. They’re cursed, Elliot. The town used to be filled with them." The howl from that night echoed in my memory. “You’re saying,” I began carefully, “that these… rogues are behind the recent sightings?” Could that creature in the woods be one of them? “You’re saying,” I began carefully, “that these… rogues are behind the recent sightings?”

The crowd gasped again. I staggered, confused and stunned. Banished. That was still death—but slower. No one ever returned from Blackmoor. There were no food there, no warmth and no mercy. He started walking towards me. His steps were slow, deliberate. I looked at him, and hatred burned through me. When he got to me, he bent down — so low only I could hear. “You pathetic fool,” he whispered. “You thought love meant anything? You really thought I’d ruin my fucking life for a dirty omega?” He chuckled low. “You were so easy. All it took was a few words. A few touches. And you gave me everything.”

They couldn’t overpower us any other way. I felt Aria stir beneath my skin, begging to be unleashed. I could shift right now, tear this house apart with teeth and claws. But I didn’t know how many Rogues were here. I didn’t know where they’d hidden Gabe. And Nich, A tight knot formed in my chest. What had they told him? What had they done? Was he scared? Crying? Calling for me? “If you don’t like it,” the Rogue continued mildly, “we can always get you something else.”

“Discipline is up. Casualties down. He’s making them fight smarter, not just harder. Someone’s guiding that.” “Someone?” I arched a brow. Ronan’s mouth curved. “The reports keep mentioning a woman. Crimson Rogue. Some say she’s his lover, some say his mind. All say she’s worse than him.” “Crimson,” Samuel repeated. “As in blood.” “Her dress was soaked in it,” Abel said. “That’s the story going around. She didn’t scream when her lover died. Just stood in it and took his place.” I sat back. “So the Rogue King grows stronger, and a bloodthirsty strategist sits at his side.”

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“I won't help someone who is weaker than me, not in a million years.” Neon felt the feeling of despair immediately after she said that, cause Rogue appeared before her in a blink of an eye and stopped his fist near her face, the shockwave blew away her hair and decimated the portion of the Himalayas. “You were saying? Just because you ate the Sage's pill doesn't mean you are strong to act all high and mighty.” Rogue turned to the dumbfounded audience and grinned a bit. “So who's going to give me a hand?”

He is the worst among the three and this event will turn out to be the worst event in my life. A sigh of frustration breaks out of my lips as my eyes travel in the direction of the entrance. I know I'm not meant to pay attention to him, or act like he exists, but because of the mate bond, I'm unable to help myself. My throat drags, swallowing hard as the Alpha of the Rogue suddenly walks into the hall with his warriors and his Gamma behind him.