Rogue Remy Mga Nobela at Kwento

[Remorhaz -Mystic rank] Level 78 HP:9000 CON:900 ATK:120. STR:24 DEF:98. DEX:19 MP:70. INT:14 Speed:23. AGI:23 [Skills: fire immunity(Unique) Ice immunity(Unique) Darkvision(R) Crushing Bite(Elite) Conversion(Mystic) Poison Spines(Elite) Heated body(Mystic)]

Because I'm not here to actually be treated like a goddess, at least not like that. "So... he’s back in the picture," Rogan murmurs when Rem is far away enough not to listen. I cringe and wish I had teletransportation powers instead of fire powers. He points at my neck, "And he did it again, huh? Lucky bastard." Shit, he sounds sad. "He is a dead fucking fish, that’s what he is," River growls, looking at Rem with murder in his mind. Oh, god, "Are you two back together or what?"

"Make them pay." With a shake of my head, I murmured, “No need. I have a feeling this is well under control.” The days that followed were a blur of pain and anger. We buried our dead, tended to our injured, and began the long process of rebuilding. The pack was on edge, every shadow holding the potential of another attack. One night, as we sat on the mansion's steps, watching the moon rise over the charred remains of the village, Remy appeared. "I’m going to help you rebuild. And we're going to make sure the Rogues never do this to anyone again," he promised.

Remy laughed and reasons unknown to me, I joined her. “Well I thought I could, until he appeared in front of my doorstep two weeks later, demanding to have a talk with me. It wasn’t easy at first. And when I finally wanted him, he started to have his doubt because he was really concerned about this rogue pack that was attacking the royal families, especially their female mates. He was scared to announce to the public that he had found me. So we fought, and I cut him off, moved to another state, we were apart each other for two good years. Imagine how hurtful that must have been. I had thought I was not going to be able to live well without him, and I didn’t. I was just only a clone of myself

Emmet's head snapped towards the direction of the door and he saw that a few other rogues had gathered at the entrance and yelled at them. "What?" He asked. "Fucking get out of here. You all can't do anything right. Fucking rogues" He spat. They hurried away from there as quickly as possible, then his attention went back to the rogue who was crouching down on the floor in pain. Emmet gritted his teeth in anger. "You had just one job and you messed up. Get the fuck out of here and go fix it". Emmet watched Neo as he slowly rose from the cold floor and made his way out of the room. Emmet was famous among the werewolves as a brutal and vicious rogue leader that terrorized neighboring packs with

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

I glared at him and started walking away. " Ah…Wait..." I stopped walking and turned around to stare down at him. He avoided my eyes again, " Fine...I'll talk" he mumbled. Clover got off him and smiled at me, " You're welcome" she said and skipped away. I turned my gaze back to the rogue. He scratched his his head nervously, " This is so awkward and weird" he mumbled and sighed. I took the time to look at him well. He had dark hair that looked so untidy from him running his fingers through. His eyes were a light grey and his lips were pale and thin. His nose was not so pointy and his brows were on point. He should be at least 6'0 feet.

He glanced at Blake and Nora, “Now you’ve done it.” Neither one of them spoke but gave Marcus a puzzled look before Marcus turned toward the forest in hopes that Emery would be alright. The forest wasn’t safe, given that the Remus Pack roamed freely anytime they felt like it and of course you can't forget about the Rogues. Always there and no way to really kill them unless you were a skilled warrior who know how to. Emery on the other hand killed one on her first chance and that was a shocking image to relive, given her state a the time. Marcus wondered how powerful Emery really was. He tried not to ponder that idea and instead went inside toward the cabin to retire to the sleeping chambers

“My new friend here looked out for me.” Dante whirls around, focusing on me for the first time. “Who the fuck are you?” “This,” says Remy, moving toward me, then linking his arm through mine, “is Keiran.” “That your blood, kid?” asks the second guy, speaking up for the first time. It takes me a second to realize he means the blood all over my hand from when I skewered Greg with my claws. “No,” I reply, moving my hand behind my back and attempting to pull away from Remy. “So, um, glad I could help. I’ve gotta be going. Work and all…”

I lean forward and kiss the little boy on the cheek. "Thanks, Remi. You're the best." "What's your name kid?" "I'm RJ or Ruin. I'm Rage's nephew. My dad is Rogan; his hellhound is Wrath. He's the second heir." "Ah! I get it now. You got a reputation to live up to." RJ is smiling as turns around rubbing his tiny hands together. Carter's jaw is on the floor. More kids enter the room and I give up on working in the main area of the clubhouse. I'm heading towards the stairs not paying attention. When I slam into Tianna.