Rogue X Gambit Novels & Stories

“It doesn’t matter; you’re mated now. I am happy for you.” “What about you? Have you found a mate?” “I did, when I turned 18. She was older by two years. About a week after we met, there was a rogue attack; she was one of the few who didn’t make it. It all made sense why Dylan hated Owen. It isn’t because of who Owen is; it is because Owen is considered a rogue. Dylan probably blames all rogues for losing his mate. “I am sorry to hear that.” I touched his shoulder and gave a sympathetic smile.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

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.

Nearby, another warrior unleashed a barrage of elemental attacks, commanding the very earth beneath his paws to strike at the rogues with forceful tremors. In a decisive moment, the warrior delivered a precise strike, incapacitating her rogue adversary. Marcus, utilizing his elemental mastery, created a protective barrier that repelled the rogues attempting to breach their defenses. The scarred rogue, witnessing the faltering morale of his pack, hesitated for a brief moment. Limuel, meanwhile, locked eyes with the rogue, their silent communication conveying a profound understanding of the stakes. The beta's every movement seemed deliberate—a dance between predator and prey. He anticipated th

I look around the battlefield again and I see a pup and her mother who didn't make it to the safehouse and 3 rogues are advancing on them so I rush towards them and jump on the back of one rogue biting down on it's throat until it stops moving then I face the other two rogues who attack me and I dodge as I look at the mother and child and gesture with my head to run and they do. The two rogues attack me again, and I scratch one in the face with my claws, distracting it while I bite down on the other rogue's throat, tearing out his throat. The other rogue attacks me from behind, and I kick it away with my hind legs before turning around and biting at its neck, but it dodges and somehow manage

The weird part is that these rogues are hard to kill, they are not like the weak rogues. These rogues have the strength of a gamma or delta. I don’t even know what is going on and the attack seems planned. But anyway, the rogues have been dying more than our pack. Even if the attacks are frequent, we are still winning and I am happy about that. I just wish Octavia will come back.

“Before I make you.” The Rogue, however, wasn’t perturbed. He chuckled again, revealing two missing bottom teeth. His sinewy neck, tanned and leathered from days spent in the sun, was covered in faded tattoos. “Oh, really, princess?” he snarled. “Wanna bet?” “Yeah. I’ll bet.” In an instant, we were on each other. But while the Rogue’s movements were erratic and out of balance, I found my feet firmly planted in a fighting stance, my fists raised, my body easily maneuvering around the Rogue’s punches.

“Did you think you could lay your filthy hands on what’s ours and live to tell about it?” The rogue whimpered, clawing at Xavier’s wrist, but Xavier didn’t let go. Instead, he ripped out his heart. The limp body dropped, but Xavier barely looked at it before stepping over it like trash and moving for the next. Rolex was a storm of rage, moving so fast I could barely see him. He tackled two rogues at once, his claws tearing through muscle, his movements a deadly dance. One rogue tried to run, but he caught him by the throat, slamming him against a tree so hard the trunk cracked.

The Beta player lunged forward, kicking it with powerful precision, already aiming for our post. I took off after him, feet pounding against the dirt. He smirked back at me. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you? You can’t see the gap between us?” I narrowed my eyes. “All I see,” I shot back, “is an opportunity.” A rogue charged from the side, jaws wide and teeth glinting, hungry. The Beta player surged forward, laughing. “You won’t even get close!” But then — CLANG! A ringing note split the air, sharp and metallic. The rogue’s head snapped toward the sound, its focus breaking away from me.

We sprint toward the inner line as the first rogue clears the broken gate. A silver, grey wolf, lean, fast, vaults into the courtyard and snaps at a guard’s throat. Adrian hits him from the side like a battering ram, knocking him off target. The rogue skids, recovers, teeth bared. I don’t hesitate. I slam into the rogue’s flank, jaws clamping down on fur and muscle, not a kill bite, a disable bite, then twist until he yelps and collapses, leg compromised. A guard drops a silver net over him.