Rogue Spiderman Novels & Stories

he said, “But this is the Malchian Grove. My home, my territory. You play by my rules only.” I puckered my lips, my eyes going all puppy. “Awwn, poor Mr. Beasty wants respect. “ Then, almost immediately, my tone became caustic. “Well, maybe you should have thought about it before abducting me. I’m never gonna play by your rules. Mark my words.” “It's Mr. Roberto-Macini. Matteo Roberto-Macini,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You will have to, Miss. Your survival depends on your cooperation.”

saying. "Ancient mystical ball of light, show me the rogues" the pictorial frames of Leo, Valerie and the rogues sitting in the couch appeared and he smiled for he was content that they were still alive and safe too. He contemplated not going back to them but then, with Sonia becoming a terror day by day, he needed to warn them.

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

The movements are deliberate, the way a wolf digs when it knows exactly where the prey is buried. I hand Michael back his tablet and glance at the larger displays. The most promising contenders are front and center. Phineas Parker—second son of his pack, hungry to prove his worth now that he can’t inherit. His blade carves into a giant spider, the creature’s armored shell splintering under his relentless strikes. Not many can pierce spider chitin so cleanly—he’s already taken down two, his face carved in focus, eyes burning with purpose.

But the rogues were already moving to circle us. Without my wolf power, I couldn't shift to fight them. But I could still die protecting these pups. I pushed the little ones behind me, facing the rogues with what little strength I had left. "Looking for me?" I called out, deliberately moving away from the pups. The largest rogue - silver scars marking him as an experienced fighter - lunged first. I dodged, but my cursed body screamed in protest. His claws caught my arm, the silver coating on them burning like fire.

The other three stumble, their legs shaking, but they do not drop. Ian. Luka, I send the link screaming through my mind. First werewolf village outside the border. Now. Five rogues. Two child hostages. They are not local. On our way, Luka’s voice snaps back. Two minutes. I do not have two minutes. The largest rogue in the centre is covered in thick, white raised scars. He does not care about my aura. He lowers his head, his yellow eyes locked onto my throat, and lunges. I spring upward, meeting him mid-air. Our bodies collide with a sickening thud. My weight carries him down into the dirt, my claws digging deep into his shoulders as I try to rip his throat out.

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 asked, my voice trembling. "It means the moon was waiting for us," Lucian said. He looked at his own hand. The scar was there, identical to mine. "It means we aren't lying anymore, Azzianna. You are mine. And I am yours. Not because of a contract, but because of the blood." The silence in the room was heavy. We stared at each other, the reality of what we had done sinking in. I was no longer a Thorne by marriage. I was something else. I was a Silver-Bane who had chosen a Rogue.

someone screamed. I spun. A massive rogue—bigger than any I'd seen—burst from the trees. Alpha-sized, with the scars and power to match. His claws were already extended, aimed straight for my throat. Too close. Too fast. I started to shift— Darius hit the rogue like a battering ram. They went down in a tangle of limbs and fury. The rogue was bigger, but Darius fought with desperate precision. His blade found flesh. The rogue's claws raked across Darius's shoulder, drawing blood.

"Alpha, we have a visual on a transport. Southeast quadrant. Sending the link." Logan hissed a curse and signaled the pilot to dive. In the field, I had given up hope. I stared at the grey sky, hearing the distant, rhythmic thumping of rotors. "I'm going to break you," the rogue whispered, unbuckling his heavy belt to bind my wrists. Before the buckle could click, a shadow fell over us. A hand reached down, grabbed the rogue by the shoulder, and hurled him twenty feet across the field like a rag doll.