Rogue One Script Novels & Stories

I couldn’t answer, because this kid had given us more surprises in the last couple of days than I have had in my lifetime. Men and women start exiting the forest, cheering as they drag a live Rogue along the grass. Alpha Knox makes his way in front of us. “We caught one. Some of the others got away. I figured that this one might have some answers for you.” He dumps him on the ground and kicks the Rogue in his ribs. The Rogue growls at him and makes a grab for his leg, making Alpha Knox kick him again. “Can you speak like the other one?” I ask crouching down next to him.

Oscar’s POV The night air was thick with frost and tension, each breath burning in his lungs as Solstice stirred beneath him, muscles coiling like steel springs. The rogues were already moving with the cunning of desperation, slipping through shadows, teeth bared, eyes glowing with intelligence and malice. The first wave surged suddenly, teeth flashing in the moonlight, claws scraping the frozen earth, and Oscar felt Solstice tighten, senses erupting into a symphony of awareness that far outstripped human comprehension. Every shift of weight, every subtle ripple of muscle in the rogues was immediately registered, every potential strike calculated before it even occurred. He lunged, twisting

I said automatically, as if we had set up a script in the night and agreed on our lines. His eyes laughed. His mouth didn’t. “He knows you,” he rasped. “Ronan knows. He speaks your steps before you make them. He knows the taste of your blood and the weakness of your heart.” “I don’t have any,” I said, which was a stupid thing to say and also felt like armor for exactly three seconds. Jasper’s blade hovered low, not yet kissing the Rogue’s throat. “Talk,” he said. The Rogue coughed up something black. “Talk? Oh, we talk. We do nothing but talk. The Broken Pine is a choir now. We sing your names.”

I turn around and survey the battlefield and I see six rogues attacking Conrad at once four from the front and three from behind and he's strong because of his Alpha blood but he still has his limits the most he could fight at once is four, so I rush towards Conrad and intercept the three that are attacking from behind. The first rogue launches onto my back while the second one bites my leg causing me to yelp in pain and the third one tries to bite my neck, but I shake of the rogue on my back and slash my claws on the face of the second rogue then I jump out of the way of the third rouge. After that I dig my claws into the first rogue's face and slash out one of its eyes then I slash my claw

“Counter that!” Rogue groggily got to his feet, as he felt the burning sensation. He directed his oculars up and had the shock of his life, Ein was out to kill that was what he understood. But he wasn't going to go down without a fight, Extending both hands to the heavens, Rogue called upon his ability. A stake appeared and with its advent, came a gargantuan of a mouth which clashed against the palm.

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

“Okay, kiddo, let’s head to the pub across the way and get you some food. It’s the only thing open.” We head out one by one. Like we’re playing follow the leader. We’re halfway to the pub when 60 rogues come at us from the front. That’s almost 10 per guard. Before anyone can jump into action, I hear a loud roar coming from me. It’s so loud, it’s almost deafening. I feel a dark aura coming out of me, and all the rogues lie on the ground exposing their necks towards me. Rain doesn’t let up. They’re all starting to tremble like they're having seizures. Eventually, they stop moving.

Far across the city, in the fog-wrapped forests that bordered the outskirts, a man ran on four limbs—barefoot and shirtless—toward the circle of cabins hidden within the pines. He shifted as he entered the clearing, bones snapping, muscles rearranging until he stood tall again, panting and human. Inside the largest cabin, seated before a roaring fire, was a man with golden eyes. Radiating dominance, power, and age, the Rogue Alpha didn’t move as the scout knelt before him. “She’s attending the gala, Alpha.” The golden-eyed man finally turned his head. His gaze was ancient and dangerous. “Elaina Rivers?” “Yes. She received the invitation this morning.”

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.