Rogue Megaman Novels & Stories

Angel commanded and the knights around them were about to get them. “NO! PLEASE! WE REALLY DO NEED A PLACE TO HIDE!” the mean rogue clicked his tongue before he fakedly plead. Mira turned and her eyes turned bloody red. She is totally mad. “Stay put on your spot. Don’t you dare move...Let me tell you something that you don’t know. I choose rogues, any packless wolf or vampires or any creatures to live here and those creatures who were living here were all promising and nothing like you since I’m not the ordinary mistress of our land and he’s not typical alpha you’ve ever encountered before. So, stay put and die.” Mira spit venom as she grabbed the two mean rogues’ chins as she made sure that

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

Irene shrieked as she tried to scramble away. I couldn’t pretend to be asleep anymore, my eyes flew open, and I spotted 2 more rogues outside the cage, watching everything going down and a much larger one inside the cage trying to pin Irene to the ground. She was a squirmer and she was screaming at the top of her lungs, rattling my brain. “Get away from her!” I screamed, trying to kick the man off her. “The other one is awake!” Another rogue said as he charged towards me. He grabbed me and tried to keep me away from Irene and the rogue attacking her.

Midi stumbled with a low whine as she bled from her belly but she shook off her fur like doing that would shake off the pain. That was another dangerous thing about rogues, They didn’t know when to stop, and they usually wouldn’t unless they’re dead. A rogue could have their guts out, and be five minutes from death but still be fighting like they were in perfect health. They could be that irrational, which is why, even with the fatal blow I gave to her, she still came after me. And why even as I had done that move, she still lunged for me in the same way instead of changing tactics. I got down low to do the same move on her again, but I saw the claw she had been aiming at me from her hind le

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

I glared at him and started walking away. " Ah…Wait..." I stopped walking and turned around to stare down at him. He avoided my eyes again, " Fine...I'll talk" he mumbled. Clover got off him and smiled at me, " You're welcome" she said and skipped away. I turned my gaze back to the rogue. He scratched his his head nervously, " This is so awkward and weird" he mumbled and sighed. I took the time to look at him well. He had dark hair that looked so untidy from him running his fingers through. His eyes were a light grey and his lips were pale and thin. His nose was not so pointy and his brows were on point. He should be at least 6'0 feet.

“Please, please.' He cried out. “I'm sorry. Growling down at him, I go to dismember his other arm, but he had somehow managed to slip out of my grip on him as he kicked me in the side and pushed me off with a lot of his strength. I growled as I was thrown backwards, but I quickly landed on my paws in the muddy ground with total ease. “Stay away from me!“ The rogue shouted in agony as he slowly got up, his other hand grabbing onto his open joint. How ironic? Just some moments ago, I was the one demanding to be let free; now all I can do is stare down at the rogue with dangerous snarls coming from my chest. The rogue got up, and I watched as the pained expression on his face contorted into a s

Then the warriors chasing him came next, and they were now looking at me, probably wondering who I was or whether I was with the rogue or not. “Mineee…” A yell from behind a warrior echoed, which made me look at where the yelling came from; there I found a masculine and huge man in his shorts. "Lucky," I heard the rogue say, which made me turn and look at him. With the way he grinned, he must be thinking that he would be able to get his hands on me. Unfortunately for him, I was so swift that I grabbed his hands, sidestepped, and stretched my arms, causing the rogue to fall facedown before I used my elbow to strike him on the back. Just before the rogue’s body touched the ground, I readied my

Do not let them through! Despite the chaos, we were holding. Barely. Every time we pushed the rogues back, they surged forward again, driven by some unseen force. They weren’t fighting like wolves - they were fighting like pawns, mindless and relentless. I twisted mid-air to avoid another rogue, landing on my feet and snapping my jaws around its leg. A sickening crunch followed, and the rogue yelped, scrambling away. But there was no time to celebrate the small victory. Another wave of minions was charging, their glowing eyes a horrifying reminder of Andromeda’s dark magic.