Shadow X Rouge Novels & Stories

she said, with a small smile. “Raul definitely helped save our asses last night. If he’s a Shadow, and your friend, I’ll trust him. I think Nate would agree. The way he was ripping off heads was pretty fucking cool. Not to mention vamps can smell a rogue a mile away. We’d have a lot of warning,” I said, thinking about it. “Oh and do you know when I can get the hell outta here,” I asked.

one of them remarked, wiping blood from his lip. I didn’t respond, my eyes darting between them, looking for an opening. But they were coordinated, and I was tiring quickly. Every strike and dodge drained more of my energy, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. One rogue grabbed my arm, yanking me toward him. I used his momentum to throw him off balance, but another grabbed my hair, pulling me back. Panic surged as I realized I was running out of options. A deep, menacing growl cut through the chaos, freezing everyone in place. From the shadows, Xavier appeared, his glowing eyes locked on the rogues. His presence was commanding, and for the first time that night, I felt a sliver of relief.

" 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.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

Probably the dungeon keepers. "Rouge, what brings you here on our land?" The man infront of her spoke with dominance. She looked back at the handsome guy with blankness. Her eyes intook his appearance. The man was quite tall compared to others who stood next to the door with their hands fisted by their sides. He had blond colored hair with a muscular body. An aura of dominance lingered around him. "Speak, Rouge." She gulped down the lump that formed within her throat.

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

Shadow spun, claws raking across a rogue’s throat, leaping over another as she commanded the warriors, her mind-link a constant hum of tactics and encouragement. But there were too many. The rogues swarmed, their madness driving them forward despite the traps, despite the death around them. Shadow lunged at the largest rogue, one almost the size of a bear, its fur matted with blood, its eyes empty of sanity. They crashed together, claws and teeth tearing, mud flying.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

“The prophecy was never yours to claim, Alpha. She was never yours.” Elara stepped forward before I could stop her. “Who are you?” “Don’t,” I warned, catching her arm. But the figure raised its head, and for the first time I saw its eyes, hollow, ringed with silver light, like a wolf’s, but dead. My wolf snarled, teeth bared. “Rogue,” I spat. The figure smiled, thin and sharp. “Not rogue. I'm the Shadow.” It moved then, too fast, darting back into the trees.

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.