Romans & histoires Sting And Rogue

Their eyes burned with determination, their muscles rippling as they dodged and countered the rogue's attacks. I noticed one of the storm pack's warriors, a massive wolf with a scar across his face, his powerful jaws snapping at any rogue that dared come close. On the other side, the rogues were savaging, a disorganized mass of fur and fangs. Their eyes were wild with desperation and rage, and they attacked with reckless abandon. They outnumbered the Storm Pack warriors, but their lack of coordination was evident. Each rogue fought for themselves, lashing out at anything that moved.

"Just me," Greyson croaked. "You know it's the smart thing to do. There's no point in slaughtering a whole pack." "You think I care about how many people I have control over? Do you think I care about that when my mate is lying dead in my arms!" Rogue roared. He threw Greyson to the side, kicking him onto the floor. "You will all die! I will kill you all for what you have done. None of you will live to see next week." Rogue looked down at Stacey and brushed her hair away from his face, smiling down at her. "Everything I will do to this pack will be for you, my love," he whispered. "I promise, I will make them suffer." He then walked towards the woods, not looking back at the pack. "If any of

The rogues attacked in a vicious, starving wave. Taylon met them head-on. He was a force of absolute destruction, his massive jaws snapping bone and tearing through the feral wolves with a brutal, merciless efficiency. Ronan was a lethal dancer of blades, his silver knives flashing in the moonlight as he sliced through any rogue foolish enough to lunge towards the SUV.

"Alpha, we have a visual on a transport. Southeast quadrant. Sending the link." Logan hissed a curse and signaled the pilot to dive. In the field, I had given up hope. I stared at the grey sky, hearing the distant, rhythmic thumping of rotors. "I'm going to break you," the rogue whispered, unbuckling his heavy belt to bind my wrists. Before the buckle could click, a shadow fell over us. A hand reached down, grabbed the rogue by the shoulder, and hurled him twenty feet across the field like a rag doll.

"We caught him and we need you to come with us." My frustration slowly faded into anger as I heard the word "rogue." Those damn rogues were always causing trouble, and it was my job as Alpha to take care of them. I quickly followed Michael out to where the rogue was being held. As soon as I saw the rogue, my blood boiled. He was struggling as they tied him up, his eyes wild with fear and desperation. But I felt no sympathy for him. He was a danger to our pack and he needed to be locked up.

“Before I make you.” The Rogue, however, wasn’t perturbed. He chuckled again, revealing two missing bottom teeth. His sinewy neck, tanned and leathered from days spent in the sun, was covered in faded tattoos. “Oh, really, princess?” he snarled. “Wanna bet?” “Yeah. I’ll bet.” In an instant, we were on each other. But while the Rogue’s movements were erratic and out of balance, I found my feet firmly planted in a fighting stance, my fists raised, my body easily maneuvering around the Rogue’s punches.

Untamed. Just like him. I can see a certain kind of wildness in his eyes, and I know instantly that he is a Rogue. He has an edge to him, a wild, dangerous, unpredictable edge. As he stares back at me I notice a moment of confusion. It's like he realized it, too, at the same moment, that maybe…I am his mate. The connection is undeniable. But he quickly shakes it off and gives me a confused look. "Are you a spy?" he asks. "Did they send you to find me?"

Taylor was right beside him fighting off viscously. Wuh-Push! a sound snagged next to Ryan. Ryan turned to find one of the Rogues attacking him with a Whip. He ducked to avoid the next snap, leaped and rolled over the water edge. "They are using Whips, WHIPS? for God's sake... is this some kind of circus," roared Luka. Sounds of yelling and howling were heard around as the Rogues started to attack his pack with whips and staffs, some even wielded Surujin, a type of chain-like a whip. "Don't you guys back off, kill them without hesitation," growled Ryan.

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.

Rosa ::: OMG I've never been this high up in the sky , this is the craziest thing i have ever done I'm my life ,getting on a double headed dragon's back ,has a lot of thought flooding my mind right now, what if i fall down from this altitude ,I'm really trying hard not to freak out right now, because this not a time to be timid and afraid its a time to be strong and focused . I can't help but to blush over the fact that lone was the one to come rescue me ,like my knight in shiny armor, i guess the mate bond is already at work ,gradually drawing him closer into my arms ,I'm not going to lie this really has me confused right now ,his coming over to save me sure shows that he cares about me ,e