Rogue One Script Novels & Stories

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

Rosa::: I guess the day is finally here the day kumara officially becomes one of us ,it makes me happy really ,since his arrival to my pack ,they've been a lot of improvements around ,especially with my warriors and , a lesser work load for gamma Rex to handle ,that's why I'm comfortable sending him out on errands ,because there's someone who can cover for him ,I take a quick shower and slide into a nice outfit a red skirt and white top ,I walk down to my mirror apply some light make up on while brushing my hair ,its really messed up ,I'm not surprised though considering that I've passed through a lot in the last twenty four hours ,I slip my feet into a nice pair of black sneakers and I gue

“No. We were tracking some rogues that had kidnapped a few children from our pack, this land belongs to no one. It is neutral ground.” I nodded again, “then I ask that you leave me in peace. I have done nothing to you or your pack.” The alpha growled, causing me to jump. “You are a rogue.” Another man spoke, stepping forward, he was identical to the alpha, though much smaller and seemingly younger. “How old are you?” I tensed, I was trying hard not to collapse to my knees and sob for the loss of my mother, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep it together. My heart was breaking and Kayla was howling mournfully in my head. “I’m seventeen.”

He cracked his knuckles, a subtle but chilling sound that echoed in the confined space. “Three against one? I guest i’m that strong for you to come to me all at once.” he said, his voice low and steady, laced with a confidence that sent shivers down my spine. “But mind you, You’ll regret this,” The first rogue lunged, claws bared and teeth gnashing. Zero sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the rogue by the wrist and twisting it with a sickening snap. The rogue howled in pain, but Zero didn’t stop. He yanked the rogue forward, slamming his knee into the attacker’s gut before tossing him into a pile of trash bags like he weighed nothing.

It pooled beneath him, soaking into the dirt, and the smell hit me all at once,metallic, sharp, heavy and my stomach twisted. "What happened?" someone asked. "Rogue attack," another voice answered. "He was on perimeter watch. They came out of nowhere." "How many?" "Three, maybe four. They ran before we could track them." My heart hammered against my ribs. Rogue attack. Here. At the camp that had taken me in. “This is your fault,” a voice whispered in the back of my mind. “They came looking for you.” "Move." Kael appeared at my side, his hand on my elbow, firmly guiding me backward. "You don't need to see this."

Although technically Its not me in control. The door falls to the ground with such a thunderous bang that the floor vibrates and the rogues come in thinking they've caught me by surprise.... Well shock on them ! I take a vase that is on the bed side table and smash it on one rogues head , He falls to the ground almost immediately. The others look alarmed and angry and they charge at me. My claws come out and I slash ones neck , I then bend down and stab the third rogue on the feet. He falls and I stab his heart. I then take my backpack, sling it over my shoulders and run! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

With the new bobbing pain in my skull, I struggled up to my feet and saw a Rogue behind me. He attempted to jump and grab me but I immediately went back down— He flew past me and crashed into a boulder. He groaned painfully now and from the pitch of his groan, I realized it was the same Rogue as before who had missed me and crashed into a tree trunk. I trembled away as two other Rogues joined the scene. One was addressing the other. “Do you see what Clod is doing? He’s slamming into trees instead of catching the girl?! I’ll fucking kill him before we kill her.” The angry Rogue said to the other one with the hoarse voice.

I lost everything then I lost the only person I had left in the world. “And now she is yours. She is your mate now. Things change Logan and you need to at least give it a try. She seems nice and polite.” Flavia had not glanced at Rogue girl even once. She had no idea what Rogue girl looked like. Such pure anger railed through me and I squeezed harder, drawing from Flavia to hold it down. My wolf was clawing at me. Such pure anger poured to my own and made me act out.

“I hope that doesn’t make you angry.” “No,” Hayden replied as he parted her hair to see a deep cut on her scalp from her hair being slammed on the floor. He wrinkled his nose, not out of disgust at seeing the wound, but at why Krista had it. “I’m not angry because you don’t want to be my mate instantly.” He sighed and continued. “If I’m honest with you, I always thought my mate would reject me at first sight. Most people don’t like to be around a rogue for any reason.” “Most rogues aren’t like you,” Krista said. She closed her eyes for a moment and asked, “Do you think I can lie down until we are ready to leave?”

"Take care of this." Brock stepped forward, his face a mask of cold fury. With a single, swift motion, he punched the rogue in the face, sending him crashing to the ground. The rogue let out a howl of pain, but Brock didn't stop there. He knelt down, his eyes locked with the rogue's, and with a swift movement, he dug his fingers into the rogue's eyes. A blood-curdling scream echoed through the room, followed by a deafening silence. The rogue slumped to the ground, his body convulsing.