Novel & Cerita Rogue One Script

Chapter song: Break stuff by Limp Bizkit Unknown POV Pathetic damn ROGUE!!! That bitch has ruined EVERYTHING!!!!!! I pace back and forth in this stinking cave because I was in hiding! My plan is falling to pieces because the dumb rogue couldn't even kill a stupid 6 year old BOY!!!!! Since that bitch and her witch friends killed all my people, I have been waiting. Just waiting for the day that I can get the heir to be vulnerable. Killing his stupid son will destroy the line FOREVER!!!!

I need to baby that leg, if I get pushed on it it will give out again and I am at risk if two rogues are over me when fighting. As I continue moving back and forth waiting for them to make the first move, the first rogue runs at me swiping at my front paw. He catches it tearing the skin. As he flies by I catch his neck and slam him to the ground. As the other rogue jumps again on my back, I finish the first rogue off by clawing his stomach; his intestines pour out. He can’t survive that attack and is quickly dying.

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.

“What.” “Last night. About twenty minutes before the breach. There was a spike inside Arachne’s property.” My stomach drops. “What kind of spike?” “Internal. Not from outside.” Mia. My throat goes dry. “Details.” “She was unstable,” Jason says. “Yelling. Energy fluctuations. Arachne contained it.” Contained. Then the breach. I sit down slowly. “Timing?” I ask. “Almost exact.” My mind starts moving fast. “She flares,” I murmur. “Then the ward gets tapped.”

Alpha Richard says. “So what’s the plan?” Alpha Roman asks. He leans back in his chair, seemingly bored. “First, we need to get one of the rogues to talk. So far, all rogues that have been captured were found dead before they could be interrogated. I think that there may be a spy within the pack, but have seen very little evidence to support my suspicions. The next part is strengthening our defenses. The rogues have been gradually increasing in number, so all of us need to ensure that our packs are well defended,” Tyler explains.

Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him. Ryan growled loudly and attacked head-on, bursting to the side of the wolf, throwing it out of his way, his huge jaws clamping down on the wolf nearby and crushing it in an instant. Another Rogue tried to jump on his back, he turned midway and caught one of its legs a shook his head vigorously, the body of the rogues bounced around like a rag doll before Ryan threw him away. His paws scratched and tore through the flesh of the approaching wolves, one by one. Within minutes, seven of the rogue wolves were dead. Ryan looked around t

Slapping Nick on the back with gusto, “Now let's have a drink to celebrate” Chairs scraped along the floor as they were pushed backwards, whispers lingered in the air as wolves out of earshot began to discuss what they had heard in disbelief. Nick lined up the shot glasses across the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey, he started pouring, the amber liquid splashing down the side of the glasses. “Rogues, grab a shot” he yelled, raising his glass to the air “To the Alpha of the Red Crescent Rogues”. “HERE HERE” voices sang on in unison. And at that moment, I knew that the voices may have been in unison but the pack was anything but.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.

A shiver travelled through my down my back. "That's about the same time the attacks started getting worse," he told me. "Why do you think you're a rogue? Do you even know what they are?" I felt the tears burn the back of my eyes as I knotted my fingers together in my lap. "My old pack told me that the only title I'd ever be worthy of is a rogue." "You're nothing like the rogue werewolves." Hunt sounded so reassuring and when I looked at him, his eyes were warm and kind.

There was black smoke surrounding it, just like Nathan's men I had seen. "Dennis? Dennis not there. That's Rogue, run Dennis," I shouted anxiously. Dennis didn't want me to get hurt. The rogue grin made saliva drip from its fangs, as the Rogue was about to attack me again. Dennis stood and blocked the Rogue. I shrieked to see the claws of the Rogue stuck deep enough in Dennis's stomach "no," I shouted no. Tears fell down my cheeks. My mind was messed up, seeing Dennis lying helpless, and his stomach was bleeding.