Rogue X Male Reader Novels & Stories

The urge to end him then and there tempted me but I resisted, I needed answers not blood. “You fools will never get anything out of me, I swear by the moon goddess,” the rogue coughed up more blood as he spoke. Gareth growled, he dipped his fingers into the rogue’s side, forcing him to let out another scream. “You will regard my alpha with respect, you hear me?” I let out a defeated sigh, it was obvious that he wasn’t going to spill anything. He is a rogue, and what they do, take the smallest of secrets to their grave with them because they basically have nothing to lose.

I'm about to shift back and confront the rogue when a huge blur cuts me off. Like a flash, twigs and branches snap, loud whimpers and sounds of struggle ring in the air and I'm shaken back into the scene playing a few feet away from me. Twice my size, deep coffee-brown and spilling with a menacing stench of hostility. An aggravated aggressive male rogue tackles the female rogue to the ground, snapping its dentition in her face and digging it's claws ferociously into her flesh.

I growled without looking at him. Marcus stood slowly. "Yeah. Just... What the hell was that?" I didn't bother to answer. Two more rogues emerged from the shadows like shadows themselves. One was a female and fast. The other bulky, clearly the brawler. "Stay back," I barked at Marcus. "This is not your fight." "The hell it isn't," he muttered, but he took a step back anyway. The smaller rogue lunged. I met her midair, twisting her by the neck and slamming her into the floor with bone-crushing force. The male followed, swinging with claws extended, slicing across my side and blood came out. But it only made me faster.

The female rogue fell to her feet as I plunged my claws into her mate's heart. “You bastard!!” She charged at me but Connor slit her throat before she could get to me. Five of the males charged at me and knocked me down.I grabbed two of them with my claws and tore them apart but the remaining three still managed to press me down. A loud shot rang through my ears and the rogue's body went limp. I pushed their bodies away. “You're welcome.” Xavier stretched his hands to me. I took it and stood up,Dante was having a hard time dealing with two of the men and I sped to help him, Connor was doing well tearing them apart, same with Xavier.

His voice was calm, but I could hear the steel beneath it. I stayed hidden behind the trees, watching him. Moonlight caught his profile, the hard line of his jaw, the tension in his neck, the fire in his eyes. Even in danger, he looked untouchable. An Alpha born of shadows and storms. But he was only a man. A man the rogues wanted dead. A man I couldn’t stop thinking about. The underbrush shifted. Three rogues stepped into the clearing, eyes glowing faintly gold in the darkness. Their lips curled back, exposing teeth sharp with hunger.

“What’s the matter? Did the mighty Alpha King finally get tired of his human pet?” A growl ripped from my throat before I could stop it. The rogue’s smirk widened. “Oh, did I strike a nerve? How adorable.” Xander’s grey eyes darkened. “You should worry less about my mate and more about yourself.” The rogue raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?” “You’re coming with us,” Xander said coldly. At that, the rogue finally shifted. He pushed himself up to his feet, stretching his arms above his head as if he had just woken from a pleasant nap. Then he took a step closer, stopping just a few meters away from the bars.

I wasn’t trying to get too close so I stayed where I was. “Human..” He said in a creepy way and ran his tongue over his lips. From what I know, rogues are cursed wolves and they do not have special abilities equivalent to actual wolves but are equally dangerous.. but good thing about them.. you don’t need silver to kill them. “Do you have some?” I asked since he wasn’t saying anything but looking at me like a prey. My heart beat loudly for a moment there but I had to keep my composure and focus.

They smell dangerous and for some reason you like it. The male wolves of your pack give up the fight when a rogue female caught their attention. The rogues corner you, their scent tempting you. The first of them shifts back to his human form with a ripped, muscled body. You follow his lead and shift back into your human form, offering them your beautiful body on a silver platter, ready to be devoured, no longer having the will to fight the heat.

And as if knowing what that meant, the short man immediately took out a small cage from behind his body. “Hugo...” I whispered instantly with my eyelids widening. And that is Hugo. The man put Hugo in a cage. And that's when, I started to realize that those two men were rogues. The man who has a much larger body size I believe to be an Alpha Rogue, while the man who has a much smaller body size I believe to be an Beta Rogue. And both look a little terrible. The faces and necks of both men had sizeable scars in different positions.

Rogue. A growl rumbled deep in his chest, building to a thunderous snarl. Malachi. The name ignited fury, visions flashing of the Rogue King touching her, claiming what was his. Torin's cock twitched involuntarily beneath his furred belly, the bond twisting pain into a sick hunger. He imagined her under that bastard—legs spread, gasping as rough hands pinned her wrists, a thick shaft driving into her slick heat. The thought fueled his speed, jealousy coiling like a serpent in his gut.