Rogue Megaman Novels & Stories

Samson’s house came into view with rogues circling around it. Blaze instantly spotted the six rouges. The rouge positioned himself, ready to attack the Alpha. Blaze smirked at him. He lunged at Blaze, but he quickly dodged it and bit his neck. The rogue whimpered in pain. Blaze bit his neck hard, and he fell on the ground, dead. The other rouges snarled at the Blue Moon pack’s warriors. The beta known as Caleb attacked the rogues with the help of the warriors.

We encounter more rogues and kill them as we move through the house. As we round another corner, we hear screams of help coming from a room in the far corner. We both race in that direction. I kick the door in and see a man lying on Amelie. All I feel is rage as I move forward ripping the rogue off her. I toss him against the wall and hold him up in the air by his throat. He is sputtering trying to breathe. I squeeze his throat tighter as his eyes start to bulge from his head.

Seven threateningly huge Rogues had walked into the camp and they were walking straight to my warriors. They looked like the seven Rogue leaders I had described before and they radiated strength with their every stride. But they didn’t scare me. Size didn’t matter in the Werewolf games. I looked back at the Chicken Rogue and he was still smiling. “Look.” He directed my gaze back to the seven muscly Rogues. Two of my warriors were dashing towards the Rogues now but then one of the Rogues caught them and within some dreadful seconds, my warriors were thrown stiffly to the ground, blood-stained, bones fractured and maimed.

The Rogue whimpered as he laid on the ground, the brick cracked behind him from the impact, before he went limp. That was two Rogues… But there had been three. I spun around then to see that the final Rogue, a smaller and scrappier one, was hungrily sniffing at Moana. A low, thunderous growl rumbled in my throat as I stalked closer to him. At the same time, a loud lightning strike lit up the sky. The Rogue slowly lifted his head, his dopey eyes shifting back and forth. When he realized that he was the only one left and that his leader was possibly even dead, he quickly turned tail and ran like a coward without even a moment of hesitation.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

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 am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life. I don't know who my parents are. I don't know if they are dead or alive or if they ever wanted me. I don't know anything about where I came from. All I know is that I have been on my own since before I can remember, stealing and lying and fighting just to stay alive. That is what rogues do. We do the dirty work. The illegal work. The work that packs do not want to admit needs doing. In return, we get money, food. A chance to see another day.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

The duke stretched out a hand with two earpieces and said, “Margaret Rouge is going to see her daughter now. Want to know what they’ll be saying?” Lucianne looked hesitant. Yes, she knew about the hidden bugs in the room but should it even be used on this occasion? Tate put her doubt to rest when he admitted, “I’ll be listening, too, Lucy. We all should. Let’s just put the mate-bond aside for now. We don’t know what she’s capable of doing as a rogue. We don’t know if…” Lucianne knew what he was going to say. No one knew whether Margaret’s people were the cause of part of the rogue attacks they’ve been fighting off for years. Seeing that it was painful to let him finish, she butted in, “Let’s

"METAL WORMS. THEY COME FROM THE NORTH. THEY EAT THE ROCK. THEY MAKE THE GROUND SHAKE." "The drilling machines," Marcus realized. "Valerius." "THEY ARE CLOSE," Grog said. "THEY WANT TO BREAK THE WALL. THE WALL TO THE... BIG ROOM." "The mansion's basement," Jack nodded. "They're trying to breach the vault from underneath." "Take us there," Jack said. "Can you fight, Grog?" Grog grinned, revealing a mouth full of razor-sharp fangs. He pulled a rusty machete from his belt. "FOR THE COMMANDER," Grog roared. "WE BITE. WE CLAW. WE KILL."