Novel & Cerita The Rogue Warrior

He had gone to get another drink. "Give my girl back to me," he threatened Kabir. "Give me that, drink." Kabir took the wine glass from Ahmed's hand. "What the fuck, Kabir." Waniya feigned hurt. "I'm worth one glass of wine only." "You stepped so many times on my shoes. My feet are practically hurt now. I have no energy to go to the bar. I'm just going to crash over here." He pointed to the sofa aligned by the side.

Near the flaming ruins of the supply wagon, a tall rogue warrior dressed in black armour was swinging a massive two-handed axe, cutting down two of my men in seconds. The Rogue King. I sprinted straight toward him. "Over here!" The Rogue King turned, his eyes staring at mine behind his iron helmet. He let out a gut-wrenching roar and swung his axe, aiming for my head. I ducked beneath it, feeling the rush of wind sweep over my hair, and slammed my shoulder into his ribs. He staggered back but recovered quickly, bringing the handle of his axe up to block my dagger strike. Steel clashed hard against steel, sending bright sparks into the night. The fight was tense and brutal. He was strong, but

He was meant to become one. His ruthless and dangerous power was the reason why rogues had their separate kingdoms otherwise most rogues are left on their own roaming around the Forrest only for any alpha of a powerful pack to end their lives. Gabriel's father and mother weren't rogues yet Gabriel and Ezekiel built their kingdoms taking only rogues in. All of the people in their kingdoms were rogues with werewolves rankings. It would be written in history that two powerful werewolf rogues had everything under their control. Even vampires and alpha packs fear them.

My wolf surged forward, bones cracking as I shifted mid-charge, landing hard as my warriors transformed around me, claws tearing through fabric, snarls ripping through the quiet morning. Rogues scrambled from their tents, confused, half-armed, too slow. I crashed into the first line, claws ripping through leather and flesh. One rogue swung wildly. I ducked, slammed my shoulder into his ribs, and threw him straight into another. “Push them inward!” I roared. “No eastern escape!” My warriors moved like a single beast — driving rogues toward the center exactly as planned. Smoke began to rise behind us as abandoned fires spread through broken supplies.

I yell as the warriors turn in time to fight off the threats against them. The rogue claps like a sick child, enjoying the fighting around him. I see one warrior attacked by two rogues. They rip his head from his body. Not able to stand by and watch a simply massacre, we make our way through the rogues, killing them as we move forward. The rogue continues to cackle off to the side.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands had joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell a victim of their battle.

I ask, frustrated and upset with his lack of focus on the task at hand. “Could you read them to me?” he requests. I sigh, but do as he asked. “September 10th, 8:05am. Five rogues attacked the warriors on guard duty along the southernmost perimeter. All rogues were killed. Two warriors sustained shallow scratches. One on the arm. The other on the leg. The battle lasted for–” I cut off with a squeak as I feel something warm and wet touch the back of my neck. He licked me. Tyler licked me!

“Is that the reason you remove them from the pack?” Thrumming my fingers on my desk, I made an annoyed grunt and said, “Vaewolf are rogue and don't assimilate to a pack. They follow their own rules and follow their own drum beats. Now enough about them. Go train with the guards and take your pal Nathan, or go to the village bar and have a drink,” I stated. As he stood, he smiled. “So Nathan's cool because he is just a vampire and you don't want to share your good liquor.”

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.

I replied and flipped my hair. We were all done with our meal and sharing stories by the camp fire when one of the warriors, I think his name was Camie, asked " Luna. What did it feel like to be a rogue?" another warrior nudged him hard " Insensitive much?"" Oh no it's fine. It's fine" I said quickly. They kept quiet, " Well for starters, Rogues live their lives on the run most of the time. But that's more common for those who weren't part of a rogue pack, like me, although I did have one--" "--but she was banished" Felix cut in.