Rouge X Knuckles Novels & Stories

Violet, " How dare you touch her! I will break your hand!" Knox's outburst was too terrifying to stand still. His voice cracked through the air, raw and feral. He threw some random punches until he barely managed to take a breath, his chest heaving, knuckles trembling with barely contained rage. I threw my arms around his waist, my fingers digging into his coat, pulling him away from Xavier with all the strength I had. My pulse hammered violently against my ribs. Xavier looked too shocked to make a sound, eyes wide, lips parted, frozen where he stood.

I throw my first punch but he dodges, I am expecting that and have my other fist flying before he can regain his stance but he jumps out of the way in time, “So, you are light on your feet. I am going to make sure to knock you off them in a few minutes.” Gray bounces from one foot to the other as if mocking me, “Bring it on,” he gestures for me to advance, and I do this time my fist flying faster than before straight for his face. Gray grabs my fist midair and twists my arm around, and I reciprocate by flipping myself over his head and landing behind his back. He is not expecting that and I take advantage of his surprise to hit him behind his knees, forcing him down giving me the chance to g

Jaxon orders. Roxanne gulps and goes down on her knees. Hands trembling, she begins to work his zipper.

Lottie POV Seeing Knox on the floor, his face a mottled landscape of bruises and his lip split, I felt a surge of nausea. The healing process had begun, his supernatural nature knitting skin and bone back together, but it was slow, and the damage was extensive. His one eye swollen nearly shut, a deep shade of purple spreading like a storm cloud under the thin skin, and there were cuts that looked deep enough to have hit bone. It was clear he'd been in a brutal bar fight, one I knew he had started himself.

He is lying. I stared at his hidden hand. A heavy wooden scrub brush falling from six inches up does not crush a man's knuckles. It does not split the skin open like that. The only thing that could cause that specific, brutal injury was someone pressing their full weight down onto the bone with their heel.

I was able to get a hard punch in his side before I grabbed his ankle, forcing him to the ground. I pinned the rogue down, using the same technique that I did with Xander and Kai, but the rogue moved out of it enough to throw a punch at me, which I dodged as his fist grazed my face. What I was unprepared for was his claws being thrown at my face as well. They tore from my hairline all the way across to the other side of my jaw. My screams remained lodged in my throat because I would not let him know how badly it hurt. But holy fucking shit. The pain…

"Your knuckles are bruised" Ellie commented as she inspected the painful looking bruises on Xandre's scarred knuckles. "What did you do?" She demanded in a stern voice. "I might've punched the wall to take out my frustration" "I don't like seeing you get hurt, Dre" she said, dabbing the tender skin with alcohol wipes. He stared at her quietly and she winced. "Sorry" He kissed her forehead, watching her as she cleaned the cuts. "It doesn't really hurt" he told her.

The crack echoes. Bark splinters under his knuckles. Blood wells, dark against skin. “Knox!” I catch his hand, turning it over, staring at the damage he’s done to himself. “I’ll heal,” he says flatly—as if that excuses it. “I know.” I let his hand go. He watches me do it. A sharp, humorless snort leaves him before his gaze lifts to mine again. I look down and something catches my eyes. A thin leather cord resting against his chest.

Hе grazed hіѕ hаnd аgаіnѕt my сhееk аnd thе flаѕh of rеd frоm hіѕ knuсklеѕ ԛuісklу саught mу еуе. I brоkе away аnd pulled hіѕ hand tоwаrdѕ mе. Mу eyes fell upon thе ѕіght оf hіѕ bruіѕеd, bloodied knuсklеѕ bеаrіng the signs оf defending my hоnоur. I kіѕѕеd еасh knuckle ѕоftlу, аnd he gаѕреd, his еуеѕ wаtсhіng еvеrу tеndеr movement.

Breayna explains. Oh, these two are good. They are being so nice and calm. They are not showing any anger or irritation yet. That’s when I notice that both are wearing something over each of their fingers. They look like claws. What the fuck? I turn to ask Xavier and notice that Kade has joined the group. He explains that they have titanium metal claws that can slip over each finger. He says they are incredibly sharp, and the girls keep them that way.