Shadow X Rouge Novels & Stories

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

Hunt untied the rope from around my hands and once they were free, I rubbed the red rings around my wrists. "So can I leave?" I stood up and as I tried to move around him to get to the door, he caught my wrist and pulled me back. "I can't let you leave." "Why not?" My voice was laced with annoyance. "I did not do anything wrong." "Unfortunately I make a lot of decisions but my pack won't like knowing that we have a rogue on our hands and I'm about to let her loose, especially with all the attacks going around. For all we know," Hunt stepped closer. "You could be the wild rogue just trying to talk yourself out of a sticky situation."

And I instantly curl into myself, not even daring to breathe out a single gasp as I shakily look up into the smallest crack made into the wooden cabinet. Beta. Our Beta. Almost every part of him is stained with blood. He coughs, his body twisting against the floor. Soon the carpet is soaked with the same scarlet marring his skin. Two silhouettes. And I nearly choke on the Dominance as I see both the Shadow Alpha and Beta. It fills the room, down to every inch. The door clicks close. I can’t even find myself breathing as I see their eyes. Gold and violet. Their hands and face are both stained with Rouge blood. They don’t look sane or human. They look like creatures straight from hell, and fro

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.

He circled around me carefully, staying just out of reach of my teeth. "Shift," he commanded. I bared my teeth at him. "I said shift." His voice was harder now. Alpha tone. The kind of voice that was supposed to make wolves obey. My wolf wanted to listen. Every instinct in my body wanted to submit and shift and do whatever this man said. But I was not some pack wolf who had been trained to obey since birth. I was a rogue. I had survived twenty years by not submitting to anyone. And if I shifted now, I would be naked. In front of two strange men. In a dungeon.

I catch my reflection in another small, burbling creek as I leap, seeing only my eyes shining like polished amber against a blanket of black night. I’ve become a shadow, like Kenna. I blend into the darkness, silent as a ghost and faster than the rolling, incoming gloom of night as the rogues chase the sunset. I launch into the air, shift to my human form, and lean into my twin blades, driving them down into the spine of the first rogue. It falls with a crack, black blood spraying through the air. I’m off its back before it even touches the ground, sending an arrow through the neck of the rogue beside it.

The blood pouring down my face certainly didn’t help. Nobody would be betting on me. A gate opened on the other side of the ring and from the depths of the shadows stalked a Rogue – in wolf form. His fur was shaggy and dull gray. He snarled, baring broken, yellow teeth. There was no fighting it anymore. As much as I didn’t want to show who I truly was – I wasn’t going out like this. Power pulsed in my chest, building higher as the Rogue stalked closer, drawing out viscous cheers from the crowd.

The other wolves that I had spotted during my scan remained hidden, probably waiting for a signal before they stepped out. The rogue chuckled, a low, mocking sound that grated on my nerves. "You can call me Shade. The Rogue Alpha, as they like to say." The gall of this guy. I thought to myself wondering about the amount of boldness mixed with craziness he had to have to call himself the Rogue Alpha.

"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.

she roared, staff spinning, striking again, ribs snapping under the blow. Kevin lunged, claws slashing its flank, fur parting, blood spraying, Shade’s growl vibrating in his chest. “Run, or die!” His amber eyes burned, tattoo pulsing, muscles straining as he tackled the rogue, pinning it, claws sinking deep. Shade roared, triumphant. Rip it, pup! She’s safe!