Romans & histoires Shadow And Rouge

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

We needed to do something about him and fast, but first we had to prepare the attack, because the moment word got out that Austin was out of the picture, the rogues would surely attack. Back to reality then, I guess. I sighed internally. ‘Soon my dear, we will overcome this and reality will put a smile on your face.’ Shadow comforted and I smiled to myself. I excused myself and walked to my room to have a shower, still deep in thought about the inevitable war that would soon be upon us. We needed to either be prepared to attack or to be attacked and at this stage I haven’t decided which option is better.

The dagger feels alive in my hand, its ruby flaring as if sensing the threat. The first rogue bursts from the fog—a massive grey wolf, eyes mad with shadow corruption, silver-tipped claws extended. More follow, snarls ripping through the mist, their scents rancid with witch magic and desperation. They’re not just rogues—they’re cursed, twisted by the same shadow beast that hunts my bloodline.

She reeks of black magic—a Shadow Witch, probably the one who masked the rogues' smell. -"Pin her down." She orders, and four rogues launch at me. I fight them off as each one of them takes one of my paws. I move away from Morgan and manage to bite the jaw of the Rogue to my right; with one single movement, I rip his jaw off his face. A blood pool forms on the floor underneath the butchered animal. More rogues join the unfair fight. Some bite my paws, and others jump on top of me, biting my back. Soon I am crushed down on all the blood and mud by their body weight.

Lyra’s pulse quickened, her senses sharpening as her wolf stirred within her. Something’s not right, Thalia murmured. Lyra’s grip tightened on the hilt of her dagger as they moved deeper into the mist. Suddenly, a low growl broke the silence, followed by the sound of claws scraping against stone. “They’re here,” Kane growled, his voice low and dangerous. Out of the mist, a group of Shadow Order rogues emerged, their eyes gleaming with malice. They moved with a predator’s grace, their weapons glinting in the dim light.

His canines enlarged and his eyes turned red. The shadows gathered at his feet and started to whisper and spread as they answered his command. The shadows feed on blood like Kieran does and right now their sacrifice were the rogues. They got thicker and thicker as they moved. The rogues and warriors could feel the change in the atmosphere but could not see the shadows. When they reached the rogues, they started sucking them dry fast then move to the next. One after the other the rogues fell on the ground sucked dry.

Annabel’s eyes locked on Evangeline, standing defiantly as the shadow behind her twisted and grew, coalescing into something monstrous. Evangeline’s grin widened. “You should’ve stayed in your precious camp, sister. This is no place for hope.” Annabel lunged forward, claws outstretched, but the rogue yanked her back just as the shadow lashed out. The force sent debris flying, and Annabel’s packmates ducked for cover. “You can’t fight that!” the rogue barked, his grip firm on her arm. “I’m not letting her walk away!” Annabel snapped, shaking him off.

"Long story short, the attackers were likely an assassination squad from the Rogue King, known as the 'Shadows.' We have detailed records of them from past files." As I skimmed the document, Hogan continued, "Shadows are modified werewolves. Witch doctors immerse these werewolves in a special herb and cast a curse that locks them in a permanent half-wolf, half-human state. "The process is excruciating, causing their skin to decay and fall off, leaving them hairless and without fingerprints. However, this transformation significantly boosts their combat abilities. Even a regular Beta-turned Shadow can rival an Alpha in battle." Flipping through the pages, I paused at the images of the Shadows

Some were in their wolf form, pouncing on the backs of rogues who were a second too late from anticipating their attack. The sound of yelps and growls echoed throughout the woods, those in human form were using their light feet to their advantage. One by one, the rogues began to drop at the hands of the warriors and the jaws of Shadow members, as they clamped their teeth around the necks of rogues. Kane snorted as Ocean tunnelled her way through the crowd, viciously tightening her jaw around a rogues neck who appeared to be creeping in on Scarlett who was distracted with another rogue, before she ferociously shook her head and snapped its neck.