Novel & Cerita Rogue X Gambit

Blows were exchanged, yet no matter how many limbs I severed, they sprouted anew as if I were battling undead rogues. A deafening bang in the distance threw me off my game; the direction from which it echoed was precisely where my gamma had been stranded. That fleeting moment of distraction afforded one of the rogues the perfect opportunity to land a vicious strike in my stomach area. I refused to be taken down without dragging a few rogues along. At that moment, I yearned for a blowtorch, curious to witness their attempt at regenerating an entire body.

"I spent years building toward becoming your mate and she destroyed it all in months!" "I never wanted you." "You would have chosen me eventually!" She was screaming now, completely unhinged. "But since I can't have any of it, since you destroyed my life and left me to rot as a rogue, I'll make sure you lose everything too." The rogues attacked simultaneously at some signal I didn't catch, all twelve launching themselves at our defensive positions with vampire-enhanced speed. My guards engaged them but these weren't ordinary fighters. They moved too fast, dodging attacks that should have connected and striking from angles that normal rogues couldn't manage. They fought with reckless abandon,

“Is that…?” I couldn’t even answer. Gab. He stood there fearlessly, facing the rogues without a hint of fear. His eyes were cold and sharp, locked on them. His face showed no emotion, yet his presence alone was enough to make them step back in fear. The rogues took a step back. One of them growled. “It’s him?” Another rogue tried to attack him, but Gab caught his wrist mid-air and twisted it. A loud snap echoed. The rogue screamed before Gab slammed him into a tree.

MIRA POV The first round of The Rogue Gambit Championship began at 10:00 AM under the harsh, industrial work lights of the Red Hook warehouse. Outside, a storm battered the Brooklyn waterfront, gale-force winds whipping rain against the tin roof and rattling the cracked glass windows. Inside, our industrial space heaters kept the space warm, the air thick with the smell of brewing coffee, wet wool, and intense mental concentration. Over two million viewers were tuned into our live digital broadcast stream.

Sean’s agility and combat skills turned him into a whirlwind of fists and feet, every rogue who dared approach him quickly regretting their decision. Cruz wielded his knife with deadly efficiency, his movements a blend of raw power and controlled aggression. He parried and struck with an intensity that left his opponents reeling. Romeo, wielding his makeshift club, defended Avery with a ferocity that spoke of his deep loyalty to his friends. His strikes were unyielding, each one designed to keep the rogues at bay and protect Avery at all costs.

he roared, his voice a thunderclap of defiance. The rogue laughed, a low, guttural sound that sent chills down my spine. Its eyes burned with savage delight as it tightened its grip, and I realized with stark clarity that the battle for survival had only just begun. Ralph fought with raw determination, his fists flying in a storm of rage and desperation as he grappled with the rogue. The creature snarled, its teeth flashing menacingly under the dim light of the storm. The night was alive with chaos—the wind roared, and the rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking us to the bone.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

As the rogues body went limp, I uprooted my sword and turned to another approaching rogue. Damien and Galiath seemed to hold their own against the rogues really well. Damien, quicker on his feet, attacked the rogues with a blade that he had taken from one of the fallen rogues. He sidestepped all of their attacks with ease, driving his blade through the neck of ever rogue he came across. Galiath, on the other hand, seemed to have little need for a blade as he bashed the heads of the rogues with his chain-wrapped fist.

I looked at her with a weak smile, “I'm fine. Thanks for asking. And yes, I'm ready.” “Good, let's do this.” She held her hand out and I took it. I could feel the support she was indirectly giving to me. We walked down to the clearing where my tie breaking ceremony would be held first and then we would all migrate towards the hall to start the ceremony of the rogue pack becoming a new and legal pack. I looked around, “ this was it. I can do this.” I said to myself. Jane smiled at me, “let's get this over with.”

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.