Rogue One Script Novels & Stories

“About the girl. The one who survived in Morrien.” They exchanged glances, and I saw the uncertainty show in their eyes. Then the rogue in front of me smirked, stepping forward as if he were sizing me up. “You don’t belong here, girl,” he said, his voice low. “Leave before you get hurt.” I knew what they wanted. I reached into my pouch, pulling out a small vial of rare herbs—mudane, the one that rogues used to extend their life, to survive longer in the wild. I tossed it on the ground, watching as the rogues’ eyes widened in surprise.

I hear its spine crack before it drops to the ground with a whimper. A cool film of sweat has gathered on Alec’s forehead and he wipes it away, letting out an appreciative whistle. “Alright, I’ll stay low like you said…come back for a kiss anytime you need me. I’ll be right here, not going anywhere. Uh-uh.” The other two rogues attack in unison. I duck and lash out my feet, toppling one of them over. Raising both hands, I land a blow on the fallen rogue. It goes down and is momentarily out of the count.

That's when I noticed that one of the rogues trousers was already zipped down. If I came one minute later, they would've… they would've raped wife. My fist clenched, suppressing a growl. “Who are you? Leave and we'll pretend you never came here.” The rogue in the middle said. They didn't recognize me. They were definitely rogues. “Well, we tried.” One second the room was theirs. The next second it was mine. The first rogue died before he hit the ground. Brook's claws took him throat to sternum, the copper smell of blood hitting the air.

"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

He snapped that in half, too. “Alpha Leo!” a Rogue’s voice called out, the same one that had said ‘Rory’ wanted him alive. This must be the one in charge. Leo paused and turned towards the voice. “This is ridiculous,” the Rogue said, stepping into the clearing. “You can’t defeat us all like that.” Leo tilted his head and growled a challenge. He was doing pretty good so far! “Okay,” the Rogue corrected, “Maybe you can. But that won’t get your pup back, now will it? She’s not here.”

“Once I’m done with you.” The Rogue just chuckled. “What, a little girl like you? I’d crush you in an instant. Get out of here, short stuff.” “Dear, don’t endanger yourself for an old woman like me—” the old woman began, but the Rogue cut her off, whipping the silver blade of a knife out of his pocket and pointing it at her. “Shut up, bitch!” he snarled. That was when I had enough. Instinct kicked in. “Get him,” Ema growled. “I want to feel his bones crunch in my jaws.”

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.

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.

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

Slow drops of rain kept hitting me and the weight of laying down was all over me. The hard smell of smoke and woods filled my nose as I slept there,but when my eyes opened all that I could see were tall woods. Where was I ? The question went into my head and the next moment I got my answer. Last night after the festivals my father tried to have me killed and I somehow managed to escape with the rogue Alpha. The rogue Alpha, the moment I thought of him, I snapped and got up but the adrenaline shot through me and forced me back on the floor.