Rouge X Knuckles Novels & Stories

Instinct took over and with the guidance of Scarlett, the baby latched onto her mother’s breast. “Definitely my child.” Knuckles murmured as he gently brushed his hand over her soft red curls. Protect what’s mine The tattoos over his knuckles held a new meaning as he looked at them holding his daughter. Neither saw Siobhan as she snapped a picture of them. Nessie leaning against Knuckles’ bare chest with Abigail at her breast. Finger tattoos proclaiming PROTECT WHAT’S MINE cupped the tiny head. The other hand declaring DEFEND WHAT’S MINE were interlaced with smaller fingers with runes on them holding the small body.

Knox is on the floor. Shirtless, soaked in sweat, and something about his body is WRONG in a way that my brain tries to reject before my eyes finish processing it. The muscles under his skin are moving – MOVING, shifting and rippling like something underneath is trying to rearrange itself, and his hands are pressed flat against the hardwood and his fingers are tipped with something that isn’t fingernails. They’re longer and curved and dark and they’ve gouged lines into the floor like trenches, and the word my brain supplies is CLAWS even though that word doesn’t belong in a sentence about a human being.

He gurgled and went still. Another rogue grabbed me from behind. I slammed my head back, feeling the crunch of his nose as I broke his nose, then i elbowed him in the ribs. He staggered, and I spun, clawing across his throat with my nails. They weren’t just nails anymore. They glowed faintly with heat, sizzling as they sliced through his skin. Three down.

… Meanwhile, as Ronan and Oscar went their separate ways, Gideon and Winter also got moving. Gideon wanted to meet Ronan because he was amazed by the latter's self-created Doombringer Knuckle. Compared to Oscar's Thundering Bruiser, his move was even more impressive. It was a seriously powerful fighting style. And Ronan mentioned it was still in its early stages and could improve for the better. Gideon didn't expect Ronan to teach him the Doombringer Knuckle, but he hoped they could chat about it. He figured it would help him a lot.

“Hate to break it to you, boys, but you just walked into the wrong bar.” Jaxon didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He vaulted over the table like it was nothing, landing with a predatory grace that drew gasps from the onlookers. His jeans hugged powerful thighs as he landed in a crouch, knuckles flexing, tattoos curling over his forearms like inked shadows. His knuckles cracked loud in the silence.

Then I was completely wrong. Not even giving me time to breathe, Xander pushed his large cock inside me. " I will fucking kill everyman, that even try laying his eyes on you." Saying he increased the pace of his thrusts. Fucking me ruthlessly. "Aah. Alex..." I moaned. My Knuckles turned white due to gripping the edges tightly, but the pleasure made me ignore all the discomforts. "Don't ever try making me jealous." His groans missed with possessiveness were like music to my ears.

Yup, definately silver laced teeth. I screamed in pain but found an opening to stick my thumb into its left eye when it refused to let my shoulder go. The rouge pulls back and howls when i pressed my thumb deeper as my other hand flys back only to smash forward and break to its ribcage to tear his filthy heart out. The rouge drops lifeless but i don't get time to react when another one pounced on me. I ignored the unbelievable pain stabing my left shoulder as i reached for the rouges muzzle.

There was something about this woman: the power flowing from her was almost terrifying. Ronan and Knox tumbled on the ground each taking blows at each other. Knox buried his claws into Ronan’s side and Ronan pierced his shoulder. Mallory moving towards them caught Knox’s eye. Knox slammed his fist into Ronan’s face. He grabbed a handful of mud and rubbed into Ronan’s eyes as he stood up getting off the ground.

His voice echoed in my head, correcting me sharply this morning concerning my stance. “You punch like an amateur. You curled your thumb inside your fingers. Never do that. You’ll break it every single time. Keep it outside like this. And don’t punch with your knuckles bent. You need to align them properly.” After I punched him and broke my fist. Chloe laughed mockingly, tightening her grip on my broken fist. “What are you going to—” I twisted my body, and swung my good fist with all the force I could get. Bam.

He grips the jagged rock so hard that his hand bleeds, but as if that's not enough, he brings it towards his neck. Then the Rogue glides it along his skin, going deeper until his breath is cut short.