Romans & histoires Shadow And Rouge

I bowed my head in defeat. "Why must you be so cruel to me?" BANG! I felt thick liquid pour onto my lap and my heart stopped for a moment. In front of me was a tall muscular man with long dirty brown hair and light brown eyes. His face was graceful but… in his right hand was the rogue from earlier who was taunting me. The muscles in his face were scrunched up and his head was bleeding. "Finally," The man spoke and I felt my body tingle with goosebumps. "I find my kill." With that, he crushed the man's head with his fist and it exploded, leaving behind splatters of blood as he tossed the body aside.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, louder now. “Witch. That’s what you are, right?” The lab went silent. A beaker clinked. Dr. Yoon dropped her clipboard. Someone gasped. I felt all their eyes on me. Judging. Wondering. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, my voice more steady than I felt. Jonas pointed a finger at me like I was some kind of cursed artifact. “Tony died after being with you. You’ve been talking to shadows. You vanish at night. How long are you gonna pretend you’re normal?”

Karina was covered in sweats, her teeth gritting as she poured all her force into slowing down the momentum of Hail’s final attack. Without another word, the other Nobles summoned their shadow. The blackness of its feature stretched until they connected. It was only then that it stretched into a dome that covered all of them. At the same time, Sloane called upon her shadow who stretched in the basis of her shadow. Before the dome closed upon her, she’d seen Sloane winked at her and she felt a warm sensation stabbing her stomach.

An Alpha growl. “Adrian,” I hiss, then ignore him as Nyx pushes further in the dark passage. Suddenly, Nyx stops moving. My gaze drops and I see it. A shadow clinging to Cassie's leg, stretching long and twisted. ‘What’s that?’ I snap at Nyx. ‘Rogue's shade,’ he growls at the same time as Adrian. I can tell he already knows what that shadow is too. The shadow turns slowly towards us and busses when it sees us. Its claws scrape against the floor, then it vanishes into the air.

She took another shot. “I smell a lot of humans around here.” “Me too, probably nosy humans or coroners.” We followed the footprints carefully, ensuring we wouldn’t destroy our evidence. I noticed broken twigs, muddy fresh leaves, and smudges on the ground. “He was here.” I sniffed the air. “Definitely a rogue. The stench he left.” “A male rogue. Yeah. Something different in his smell, though.” Shadow stopped and turned to me. “How did I smell when you first met me? They said a rogue stinks like rotten animals.”

“We are not ferals. We are not wild beasts with aimless thoughts, and erratic bloodlust. We are a pack…we are the Shadow Rogues.” “Shadow Rogues?!” Toran exclaimed from behind. “They…Shadow Rogues…don’t exist! It’s a myth…fairytale!” Merari shook her head. “No, we’re very real,” she said. “And if we are going against Dronnigan, then you are going to need us. You’re going to need all the help you can get.”

To my right, just beyond where she’d been headed for, a shadow detaches from the trees, catching my attention. Then the smell hits me. Rogue. A guttural growl rips from my chest, fury exploding in me. My wolf slams against the barrier of my control, demanding to break free and shift again. I snatch her by the arm, yanking her up so hard her feet leave the ground. She cries out, twisting to slap my hand away but I haul her against my chest and spin, putting my body between her and the shadow lunging from the trees. The Rogue bursts through the underbrush, eyes glowing a sick yellow while froth drips from its muzzle.

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.

Four rogues on him. Zora's there. Teeth flashing. Bodies dropping. She throws back her head. Howls. Not her clan call. Ours. "FOR SHADOWPEAK!" Her rogues echo. "FOR SHADOWPEAK!" The corrupted rogues press harder. Wave after wave. My muscles scream. Lungs burning. Legs shaking. Keep fighting. Aria stumbles. I'm there. Standing over her while she catches breath. A rogue lunges at her exposed side. My teeth find his spine. Crack. He drops.