Rogue X Gambit Novels & Stories

Ambush is an art, and we were the bad kind of craftspeople. The first clash was a crack of sound and fury. Maddox dropped off his bike like a moving battering ram, shoulder-first into the nearest rogue; the man didn’t stand a second under Maddox’s weight before metal hit bone. Jax cut in from the right, a blur, his fist finding another rogue’s solar plexus and sending him vomiting onto the gravel. Calder moved like a tidal wave, not flashy but unstoppable - a rogue came at him with a pipe and Calder caught it mid-swing, snapped his wrist, and then used the broken metal to finish a sentence with a skull.

The Storm Pack warriors used their superior tactics to their advantage, flanking the rogues and cutting them off from each other. As I watched from the shadows, I saw the head rogue charge a storm pack warrior with a snarl, their bodies colliding with a sickening thud. They grappled fiercely, their teeth snapping inches from each other's throats. The head rogue managed to land a powerful blow, sending the werewolf sprawling; without hesitation, the head rogue then followed up with a vicious bite to the wolf's throat. Its body went limp in a few moments.

“I hope that doesn’t make you angry.” “No,” Hayden replied as he parted her hair to see a deep cut on her scalp from her hair being slammed on the floor. He wrinkled his nose, not out of disgust at seeing the wound, but at why Krista had it. “I’m not angry because you don’t want to be my mate instantly.” He sighed and continued. “If I’m honest with you, I always thought my mate would reject me at first sight. Most people don’t like to be around a rogue for any reason.” “Most rogues aren’t like you,” Krista said. She closed her eyes for a moment and asked, “Do you think I can lie down until we are ready to leave?”

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Jax continues. "Maybe but we just can't leave it be now. At least this way it's not opened and when it does heal, it's all together." I motion for the nervous rogue to come closer. If he had the energy to argue, he could hold both sides together so my impromtu suture could be better.

The decision of marking Hellen under the influence of his jealousy, the fact that he and Hellen had waited for so long for that event to happen, he had so many plans yet in his rage he didn't even realise what he was doing until it was done and impossible to reverse. When Alice was taken away by Rogue king. Raymond lost control over himself and at night walking back and forth in his room he was enraged yet was extremely disturbed by the thought of that Rogue touching the girl that was supposed to be his mate. He knew he had no rights to be angered when he was the one who gave her away to that beast by banishing her. He was the one who handed her to her so called second chance mate because of

Red sparks flew where silver blades met flesh. A roar echoed from the center of the valley. Graham. I spotted him again, locked in combat with a massive rogue Alpha. The beast lunged, jaws snapping for his throat. Graham twisted midair, his claws slashing across the rogue’s face in a spray of dark blood. He landed hard, muscles coiled, eyes blazing with deadly intent. The rogue staggered but didn’t fall. He lunged again. “Graham!” I gasped, the sound tearing from my throat even though he couldn’t hear me.

“A scent you, little brother, have never possessed.” The insult hung in the air, sharp and deadly. Roric’s face turned a mottled purple. His fear was being eclipsed by his rage, his wounded pride. Good. Austin was goading him, just as he’d planned. “I accept your challenge, EXILE!” Roric finally roared, his voice cracking. “I will spill your treacherous blood on this very ground and rid this pack of your tainted presence once and for all!!” A collective gasp went through the crowd. It was done. The challenge issued. The challenge accepted.

this so frustrating but I am glad the invited our pack to this, if they hadn’t, we wouldn’t have met and my Alpha wouldn’t have met you.” Clarissa’s eyes held a emotion I couldn’t place as she looked at me. “Rouge doesn’t believe she has a mate.” Scarlet mumbled from the bed suddenly. “Is that true Rouge?” Clarissa asked me with a puzzled look. “It’s not that I don’t believe I have one, but my life in this pack had made it where I didn’t hope to find them because my place in the pack was always uncertain and I didn’t want to bring that on someone else. Plus, to find my mate I would have to shift and as I explained to Wayne that wasn’t possible for me. I rather have been alone then subjectin

Killing those who were supposed to be some of the best fighters in the pack always bought about a sense of happiness, knowing I was one step closer to being able to seek my revenge. In the ten years I had been living as a rouge the thought of actually meeting my mate was something which had crossed my mind on a couple of occasions, but they were brushed to the side as quickly as they came. At almost twenty-eight I had pretty much accepted that I was never going to find my other half and, even if I did find him now, then I would be sure to reject him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous rogue," one of the males chuckled when they finally came to a stop where I was readying myself.