Rogue X Gambit Novels & Stories

The scent of the rogues grew stronger, mingling with the earthy aroma of the forest. Using my heightened senses, I picked up on faint sounds of movement ahead. The rogue pack was close. I signaled to the warriors to spread out, flanking the area to avoid any surprises. The plan was clear—attack swiftly, neutralize the threat, and retrieve Alpha Damien. Silently, we closed in on the rogues, our movements masked by the dense foliage. As we emerged from the cover of the trees, a scene of chaos unfolded before us. The rogues, emboldened by their success in capturing Alpha Damien, reveled in their temporary victory.

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

I just couldn’t see her. “Thank you.” I said. Sarah threw another stone in the pond. “How did you end up in the Midnight pack cell anyway?” I asked. Sarah looked down. “I wasn’t always a Rogue.” She mumbled. “I lived in a pack with my mate. His name was Gary. He was one of the best warriors in the pack.

“This rogue has no backbone I see, just another mutt that we need to dispose of.” I raised my eyebrow, carefully raising my forcefield as I watched them approach me, my tone laced with a loud growl. “You may think I’m a rogue with unworthy breading, but I don’t want to be a stupid Luna. Take the alpha for all I care. I don’t want him.” The blonde growled, clenching her painted nails at her side. “Don’t disrespect him in my presence mutt.”

In the past, some of their precognition abilities were so inaccurate that their own clients had them slaughtered for poor fortune-telling. Tate tried not to get too distracted by what he was seeing, and focused on capturing the rogues. With an authoritative howl into the sky, he pounced forward and blocked the rogues’ way, stopping them from running any further. The rogues came to an abrupt halt as they whimpered, an express cry for mercy.

The rogue's jaws snapped shut on empty air a full foot from where she actually was, and he stumbled past her like he'd genuinely lost track of a target he should have had dead to rights — like the scent trail he'd been following had simply stopped existing between one stride and the next. Wren didn't understand what had happened. She didn't have time to. She used the half-second his confusion bought her, twisting back in fast and low, and by the time Sable reached her — knife flashing, already shouting something that might have been Wren's name, might have been a warning — there were only two rogues left standing, both of them backing off now, uncertain in a way rogues who'd already won thre

Three figures emerged from behind us—Garron and two of our strongest rogues. I didn’t like the odds. "Attack!" The first rogue lunged, Luke shifted his stance, sidestepping the rogue and whacking it on its neck with the bat. The second rogue rushed at him too but avoided a strike before throwing an arm at Luke but Luke twisted with speed, tossing the rogue into a wall. Garron came next, snarling. Taking Luke by surprise, his shoulder nearly pushed Luke out of the hallway—Luke rushed back, avoiding a punch and whacking Garron on his ribs.

“We have an alibi, witnesses to that, and nothing to gain from such destruction.” My voice was so low, so deadly—my eyes so fierce, so unyielding, that Marcus actually balked. It was brief and slight, but it was there. He took a step back. I stood taller. Every inch upward made my burned skin pull, but I didn’t flinch. “Tyler Rogers is my mate,” I said as if announcing it to an audience. “Yes, I am a rogue. But we have already sealed our bond. And there’s nothing anyone can do to break that.”

“I went down the rabbit hole hours ago. Everything sounds crazy and yet so logical. I can’t tell what’s sane and what’s not anymore. I just don’t want anyone screaming at me or getting violent.” Robert gave a frustrated and exasperated sigh. “I assure you both. Whatever is happening here it’s escalating, and we can’t allow it to harm either of you. This is a situation I never planned to be in. But basically this is the calm before a war breaks out. I’m stuck trying to figure out who our enemy is still.” “Question. What are rogues?” “Rogue or rogue pack. Wolf shifters who don’t have a pack or are in a territory they have no right to be in. A rogue pack is a pack who steps into the territory o

It was easy to see the difference between pack members and rogues because they looked mangy and emaciated and smelled of rotted garbage. I spotted a rogue that looked like they were trying to sneak an attack on another wolf that I recognized as Theirry, Marcus’ wolf, who was already fighting another rogue. As the rogue began to run in Theirry’s direction, I ran in the direction of the rogue. As he leaped to attack, I launched myself at him. Our wolves collided and landed on the ground in a painful thud. I bit down hard and ripped flesh from his side as one of his paws connected with my head, slamming into the ground.