Roxy Dirk Novels & Stories

Olivia assured. Once outside the church, Roxy and Skin hurried down the road. They were headed to the woods. Roxy was trying to follow the scent as she could not see or hear the werepanther. Moments later, Skin saw her run off towards a thicket of trees. He shot after her but by the time he reached the thicket, he had already lost her. He sighed thinking about the newbie’s obsession with going solo on the mission.

Roxy exclaimed, while a shimmering, ethereal white light began to glow around her as she activated the Detachment Technique. She then stated with ironclad conviction, "I'll never acknowledge it, though! I'll never let Ashton ruin me or force me to submit! I'll let him see who truly stands in the right with the final outcome! I'll never lose to him!" Anna sighed inwardly, knowing Roxy's stubbornness far too well. Roxy held her chin high, proud and unyielding. "You should take care of Summit Media first. I'll shift my focus back to our main operations—once we land a few major real estate projects, Summit Group will reach new heights!"

She had an enticing odour. "Thank you," she whispered gently as she took a step closer, drawn by an odd need. Did this guy realise how attractive he was? Her wolf agreed by bobbing her head up and down. Those snug pants, the t-shirt that hung so perfectly around his shoulders... Is it hot in here, or what, Chris thought as she stepped closer? "Do you require anything else from the upper levels?" He inquired. "No, these light bulbs were all I needed," Roxy explained.

He was about speaking when we heard a loud voice boom through the tunnels, not from a person but from a speaker mounted in a drone. “Subject 0-9. Roxy of the Silver Willow.Your sanctuary is revoked. The Council has authorized your termination. Surrender now, and your companion will be spared.” I looked at Jax. He looked at me, his amber eyes wide with terrifying realization. “Roxy, who the hell are you?” jax whispered. Before I could answer the tunnel behind us exploded in a flash of white light and a voice filled with sickeningly familiar cruelty called from the shadows.

The punishment for doing so is death. “Elder Alaric, sorry, but Asher just sent me a text saying that Sophia is dying a lot sooner than we think. Derek is dying as well.” She sighed. I had come across Roxy before in my travels. She intrigues me. Such a calming soul. She will do anything to help someone. That is why she has travelled and learnt about herbs and how they can heal. This girl is smart. She has huge potential.

“It’s pulling from inside the protected zone. Not from her outer rings.” I feel that in my chest. A low hum. Interest. “Zoom the signature,” I say. He does. The grid flares again. Not smooth. Not controlled. Jagged. Spiking and dipping like a heart that can’t find rhythm. I laugh under my breath. “That’s not her.” “No,” Carter agrees quietly. “It’s not.” I lower the scope. Dawn is bleeding into the sky now. Pale pink. Soft. Almost pretty. “You see that instability?” I ask.

How dare they think lowly of me just because I am a woman when I am much more powerful than hundreds of them combined? I love killing Rogues using the abilities that I have and one of them is to control lightning. That's what they get for laying their filthy hands on me. They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.

He might be looking at his future beta. When it came to battle, actual fighting, Rex got the 'wolf’s share' in the way of brute strength, but had a hard time controlling his rage, and needed an opponent who could help him focus that rage. As a Dark Alpha, Rex got into scraps constantly, losing more than winning , but he kept going.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?