Sonic Prime Rebel Rouge Novels & Stories

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

“That’s a good idea.” “Alright. I will start. My name is Tyler Renost and I have been the Alpha of the Moonfang pack for three years. I am also in charge of all of the major businesses run by the pack. My sister, Sofia, helps manage two of them. What about you?” Tyler asks. “My name is Arielle Lozerno. I am currently a rogue and the CEO of Techex. My favorite color is green and I like to read,” I reply. At this moment Alicia returns.

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.

Three hundred Nulls stood on the other, breathing in staccato gasps. A divided house. My stomach twisted—iron knots pulling tighter. "You think they are weak?" I asked the Rogue. I pointed to the Nulls. "They have no fur," the Rogue spat. "No claws. They break." "They have fingers," I corrected. "And they have aim." I signaled Rax. The rebel leader stepped forward. He pulled a tarp off a pile of jagged weapons. They were composed of pipes, wires, and canisters of glowing blue fluid.

The red light on my tactical console died, replaced by a steady, quiet blue. Silence returned to the basement—stagnant, metallic, and heavy with the smell of burnt circuits. Kael’s voice was a final, peaceful rattle in my skull. “Done… for… now…” I fell to my knees, my breath coming in shallow, jagged sips. My left arm was smoking, the waxy quartz skin now etched with a jagged, crimson-black sigil—the mark of the Second Prime. Leo threw his shivering body against my chest, his stuffy nose wet against my skin.

Lucifer and Lilianith stopped speaking after the message was delivered, life returned to their pupils and they looked around confused as to where were they. “That's Bastard, I swear if he harms even a strand on Aqiel's hair his going to die!!” Rogue said in a low tone, borderlining a feral growl, his hair started levitating and his eyes flashed a sapphire pigment mixed with the golden one from his monkey abilities.

"Perhaps not. But the strength of a united pack will ensure that your rebellion remains futile." As the standoff continued, the air thickened with unspoken tension. Xander, breathing heavily, regarded the rogue with a stern gaze. "Your rebellion ends here. Your misguided ideals are no match for the resilience of a united pack." The rogue, defeated but unbroken in spirit, glared back. "You may have won this battle, Alpha, but the war is far from over." Their eyes locked for a moment, a silent acknowledgment of the deeper conflict that loomed on the horizon. The rogue, with a begrudging nod, retreated into the shadows, leaving Xander standing amidst the echoes of their clash—a resolute guardia

The Guardian Rogue Chapter 4 Hayden arrived in Springfield well after the sun had risen. It had taken him another two hours to fight through the morning rush-hour traffic to get to the area where Jessica most likely entered the city. He was muttering under his breath as he drove. He would have much preferred to have shifted and followed Jessica. It would have been easier and much faster, but when returning an angry daughter to an Alpha while she is kicking and screaming, he had to have a vehicle to transport her in.

: i'll make sure she doesnt kill u He smiles and rushes over to Aster's side with the pure, child-like goal of befriending the hot-headed sister of his captain whom he so looked up to. 'Peace and quiet, Aster. Peace and quiet.' She thought to herself. She was so focused on getting herself to calm down that even her superhuman senses failed to detect the biggest threat in her life coming dangerously close to her. "You're not human, are you?" He whispers into her ear, causing her to jolt like a cat and send a flying fist in his direction which he fortunately anticipated and managed to dodge. Well, barely .

"The Violet one... he took the 'Source' frequency. He’s not a brother. He’s a 'Siphon-King.' He’s going to feed on the city before we even hit the water!" The "Sovereign-Prime" hit the upper atmosphere of the Forbidden Zone, the friction turning the hull into a white-hot furnace. Through the shattered viewscreen, I could see Lagos. It looked like a map of glowing veins, beautiful and fragile. And emerging from the "Void-Islands" was a massive, violet shockwave—the signature of my father’s "Violet God."