Rouge X Blaze Novels & Stories

POV: Blaze Ryder "Stop pulling at them, Blaze! You’re not just hitting shadow; you’re hitting your own words!" Rhea’s voice was a frantic chime in the oppressive silence of the Between. Blaze didn't listen. He roared, his russet Alpha flame exploding from his skin in a desperate, jagged halo as he threw his shoulder against the translucent chains binding her to the throne. Each time his fiery strength collided with the links, a sickening jolt of white-hot electricity blasted through his nerves, hurling him back across the obsidian floor.

Air surged outward, catching the flame and pushing it back. The fire didn’t die. It grew. Blaze’s eyes flickered. “Again,” he said quietly. I lifted my hand. Fire answered this time. Not just mine. His. The two flames met between us— And fused. The heat spiked instantly. Not doubling. Multiplying. The circle glowed brighter. White-orange. Blaze stepped forward. “So that’s new,” he said. “Very new.” I pushed more air into the mix. The fire surged higher. Blaze didn’t pull back.

The water spout, as wild and powerful as a tornado, crashed down, snuffing out the flames instantly. Gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd. Rendok's face turned pale with shock. "I'm no ordinary werewolf. I guess you didn't do your research," Blaze said, his voice dripping with mockery and contempt. Blaze raised his hands, and from his palms, brilliant light beams shot out, piercing through the air with deadly precision. The dragons became targets in his deadly game, each beam striking with unerring accuracy.

"No. If it is a trap, I don't want you caught in it too." "That's exactly why I should come!" "Maya." I hugged her tight. "You're the only friend I have left. Please. Stay safe. If something happens to me, find my father. Tell him I tried." She was crying when I pulled away. "You better come back," she whispered. "I will." I didn't know if that was true. Rusty's Bar sat on the border between Pack territory and the Rogue-controlled parts of the city. Neutral ground, technically. But everyone knew the Rogues owned this place.

“What about us? We’re mates!” “So what?” Tyler replies. “I like her and her nickname for me. You mean nothing to me now. I thought we may have had something once, but then Carry showed me that I was wrong. She showed me exactly what a mate should do to take care of their partner. Now, leave my pack, Rogue, before I have you forcibly removed.” My heart wrenches at his words, but I manage to hold myself together. I will not let him see me cry.

She was a hard she-wolf, and she wouldn’t accept the bits and pieces. Anita did ultimately beat Russell and Jack, for that matter. She was alive to go on and do the work they trained her to do. Now on to bigger and better things. _____________________ Here ends The Rogue & The Rose. Don’t miss out on the story. Look up Klaira Blains for other titles belonging to the Black River Pack and Big City Wolves Series. I hope you enjoyed this and my other novels here only on GoodNovel. Love Klaira

The journey to the cottage felt like a blur, with every turn of the wheel tightening the knot in my stomach. The world outside the city grew more barren, the trees denser, the air heavier with the weight of what I was about to do. Revenge had consumed me completely. It wasn’t just about justice for Emera anymore; it was about making them pay, every single one of them. I reached down to touch the cold steel of the gun lying on the passenger seat—a gift from my father on my twentieth birthday. Back then, it symbolized safety. Now, it was a tool of vengeance.

Rosie drawled out her words, her speech slurring so much she was hardly making any sense. "You're handsome," Ryder grinned giddily. "I mean beautiful." Rosie giggled. "So sweet. You're all so sweet too." Blaze let out an exasperated breath, growing annoyed. He didn't say anything as he turned, tugging Rosie along with him as he tried to get her inside. "Stop. Let me." Blaze snapped around to face Anthony, his eyes growing dark. Rosie swung alongside him, almost falling but Blaze held onto her. "You've done enough, Morelli."

"Let me see." He pulled up his shirt. The wound was there — an angry red furrow where the bullet had grazed him after passing through me — but his fur had taken the worst of it. Already clotting. Already healing. "See?" He turned back to my leg, pressing harder. "Barely a scratch. Now hold still." Through the back window, I watched my cabin burn. The flames had consumed it entirely now — a pillar of fire against the night sky, everything I owned, everything I'd built, turning to ash. The woods around it were burning too, spreading despite the wet spring, fed by whatever accelerant they'd used.

"You don't need my blessing." Cassidy's expression became tense, but Cadence's following words made her relax. "He hates me so much. What could I possibly do to stop you?" Cassidy picked up the glass of water and placed it into Cadence's hands while gently saying, "Then, help me one last time." A wave of dread surged through Cadence's heart. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Cassidy suddenly yanked it forward and splashed the entire glass of water onto her own face!