Rogue One Script Novels & Stories

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.

"Then we work on your wolf form. You're fast, but your technique is sloppy. Rogue fighting, all instinct, no discipline." "I survived twenty-one years on instinct." "Now you need discipline to lead." Garrett's voice softened slightly. "You've got the raw talent, pup. We just need to polish it." Fao grabbed a water bottle and walked toward me, his expression lightening when he saw me. "You're supposed to be resting." "I'm sitting. That counts." I gestured for him to lean down, and when he did, I wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You're good." "I'm adequate." But he was smiling. "Garrett's been kicking my ass all morning."

Untamed. Just like him. I can see a certain kind of wildness in his eyes, and I know instantly that he is a Rogue. He has an edge to him, a wild, dangerous, unpredictable edge. As he stares back at me I notice a moment of confusion. It's like he realized it, too, at the same moment, that maybe…I am his mate. The connection is undeniable. But he quickly shakes it off and gives me a confused look. "Are you a spy?" he asks. "Did they send you to find me?"

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!

"Just me," Greyson croaked. "You know it's the smart thing to do. There's no point in slaughtering a whole pack." "You think I care about how many people I have control over? Do you think I care about that when my mate is lying dead in my arms!" Rogue roared. He threw Greyson to the side, kicking him onto the floor. "You will all die! I will kill you all for what you have done. None of you will live to see next week." Rogue looked down at Stacey and brushed her hair away from his face, smiling down at her. "Everything I will do to this pack will be for you, my love," he whispered. "I promise, I will make them suffer." He then walked towards the woods, not looking back at the pack. "If any of

Dinner was nothing fancy, just instant noddles with rich, spicy broth that made her tear up, although she wasn’t sure the tears were only because of the spice. They all huddled together in the training room, the next biggest room after the common room, and they laid their sleeping bags together, but none of them could fall asleep for fear that they could be attacked. “I was thrown out of my pack when my mate died, and his parents linked his death to mine.” A voice rang out in the silence, and everyone turned to look at the owner. “No amount of pleading would make them believe I had no part in his death, and my parents were sucking up to his just because they were our alpha’s. I had no choice

One massive paw slammed into his chest. The impact sounded like a tree snapping. The rogue flew through the air. His body crashed into a nearby trunk with enough force to split bark. The entire clearing went silent. The rogue collapsed. Unconscious. Several rogues took an involuntary step backward. Fear appeared in their eyes for the first time. Another rogue attacked. Then another. Aria met them head-on. Selene surged forward. Together, they became a blur of silver motion. A rogue leaped for her throat. She twisted.

I had to win, because the alternative was watching two Rogues maul Ronan. The Rogue shifted to human form and jumped at me. I dropped my shoulder and grabbed his extended arm. I twisted just as I had practiced with Jordan and Marcus. The Rogue went flying into a nearby tree trunk. I rushed forward, and slashed at him with my knife. I didn’t think I could bring myself to kill him, but I could surely hurt him. He got an arm up fast, and my knife scored a long, red line along his arm. “Little bitch!” he yelled.

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.

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.