Shadow And Rouge Novels & Stories

I sense the smugness of the rogue as he watches the blood dripping from my right side. I gave him a second or two to be proud of his subpar work, but just before he was about to attack again, thinking he could end me, I let the Shadow loose, and consequently, Hell itself. In seconds, I am behind the rogue, and I make sure to look him in the eye before I rip through his throat and his blood splatters across the greens. My Shadow rejoices, and I feel its power running through my veins. Another rogue tries to come for me, but I am unstoppable now.

"The shadows selected you for a purpose." The earth below us split open, and the glow of the blood moon appeared to grow stronger. My hands shook as the shadows encircled me once more, their gestures erratic and uncertain. “No,” I murmured, tightening my hands into fists. “I’m different from you.” The Rogue King lifted his arms, causing the shadows surrounding him to spiral into a huge spear. “Then demonstrate it.” He threw the spear towards me, the power of it slicing through the air. I hardly had time to respond. My instincts kicked in, and I lifted my hands.

They waited, their predatory instincts just as sharp, poised for the moment to strike. "Is that all you've got?" Alpha Robin sneered, before disappearing into the darkness of the castle's ruins, his voice echoing mockingly. Without warning, the Rogues surged forward. One of them leaped from the shadows, a flash of movement just before he collided with Edward. The impact knocked the air from his lungs, but Edward's rage surged higher. He swung his fist with inhuman strength, connecting with the Rogue's jaw and sending him flying into a crumbled wall.

The shadows recoiled, hissing softly, retreating half a step. Not gone. Just pushed back. “You all listen to me,” she said without turning. “Do not chase. Do not scatter.” Aleron nodded once. Ronan swallowed his anger but obeyed. Lyanna reached for Aria’s sleeve, grounding herself. Then the shadows split. They unfolded. Shadow wolves poured into the corridor, bodies half-formed, eyes burning an unnatural red. Behind them came rogues, real flesh, real blood, twisted by dark magic and hunger. The first wolf lunged.

Corruption. Rylan grimaced. “Corrupted rogues.” Figures began appearing between the trees in dozens. Eyes glowing sickly crimson. Bodies twisted and scarred by whatever dark magic the Shadow Alpha had used to control them. Xavier’s lips peeled back in a snarl. Marcus roared inside him. The rogues lunged forward. And hell broke loose. Steel clashed. Wolves lunged. Warriors roared. Blood sprayed across the forest floor. But even as the battle exploded around us—

The shadows twist around my hands, pulling at the ground beneath me, creating a shield of darkness in front of me. I don’t know how I’m doing it. I don’t know how I’m controlling the shadows at all. But it feels right. The rogue lunges, and I thrust my hands forward. The shadows lash out, slamming into the wolf with the force of a hundred storms. It crashes to the ground, howling in pain. But I won't stop. I can’t stop. The shadows surge forward, wrapping around the rogue, pulling it down. It struggles, wrestling, but I hold it there, the power inside me feeding off its fear, its anger. The shadows are alive now, pulsing, hungry.

The darkness outside mirrored the darkness that lurked within their hearts, and a surge of anger and determination coursed through my veins. Rogues—the very word sent shivers down my spine. They were a blight upon our world, a threat to the harmony and stability we fought so hard to maintain. Their existence was a constant reminder of the chaos that lurked in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to strike and tear apart everything we held dear.

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

“Honey, if I wanted to talk to Rose or Julia, I would have at breakfast this morning. They both send their regards. As for this Amber, she’s like a sister to me and Ty would kill me if I messed with his little cousin. No, I’m here to talk to you, honey. You’re needed cause your daddy won’t do his job for us.” “What are you talking about?” “My name’s Jay Samuels. I’m a member of the Shadow Pack. Yeah, I know you don’t know the name. We’re new in town, and a few people are even calling us rogues. Because of that, your daddy won’t treat a couple of our injured members. Rose says you’re as good a healer if not better than your daddy. She wants you to come look at them. Her daddy’s men did a real

she tells me as she pulls me towards her as we hide behind one of the shelved and then off the light. The library door opened and a man walked in, I could see him from where I hid tall and hefty just like Dylan but he was different. I had noticed something about the men here , they all looked the same and were built the same way . I smell the human Sylvia . Fuck, Sylvia cursed under her breath as she pulled me out with her and we where standing in front of him . I’m sorry dethro, the princess wanted a book. The princess or the king's whore?