Twisting Blades Rogue Build Novels & Stories

I murmured to Finn on my left. He nodded grimly. "Could be six. Could be twenty." The ambush came without warning. Four rogues dropped from the trees like stones, landing in crouches that spoke of training. Two more burst from the undergrowth behind us, attempting to flank. My blade cleared its sheath as I pivoted. The first rogue lunged—I sidestepped, brought the blade around, and opened its throat in one smooth motion. It dropped gurgling. Beside me, Finn shifted mid-leap, his wolf form slamming into another attacker. Teeth found purchase. Blood sprayed hot across fallen leaves.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

Rogues! The stench of death and decay gets stronger as paws vibrate through the earth, when I see a rogue lunge at the hooded figure. I shift mid air as I tear into the rogue. Slicing through its fur as my claws pierce the back of its neck as I tear its head from its body. Turning my attention to the hooded figure who is trying to crawl away. I growl, stepping closer as I step on its lower back and it screams.

he started. “And what is that?” Ezekiel asked him. “We need bow and arrows. I have been training my packs to use one since these constant rogue attacks. It will come in handy. The rogues will be shocked. Before they realize we can at least knock out half of them” he explained. “That’s a brilliant idea” Alpha Trevor gave an impressive look. “Are you going to use plain arrows?” I asked. “Yeah, a silver one. That will definitely weaken the rogues” he explained.

He screamed, stumbled, and was kicked away just in time for me to slash open the side of another rogue who thought he could sneak up behind her. I growled as I shifted, letting my wolf rise partially—just enough to boost strength, speed, reflex. I didn’t fully give in. Not yet. I needed my mind sharp. “Don’t let them herd us!” I barked, spinning and shoving two rogues back with a blast of my aura.

It squeezed her so hard she could hardly breathe, and as they wrapped around her, twisting, her body also moved and she was now facing the other side, watching the Rogue calmly approach her with earth magic pulsing along its fur. It was hulking as a wolf, and Rhiannon thought she had imagined it the last time in the woods, but now that it was happening again, she was sure....and she froze. The Rogue was smiling. No, it was smirking. A twisted smile that made chills roll down her spine. Could it be that it had a mind of its own? And how on earth was it controlling vines? Rogues are not known to have signatures; they're usually stripped of them by the Moon once they turn wild.

Too much force, not enough control. I let the second rogue overextend, baiting the next lunge. When he committed, I dropped low and rolled beneath his reach, spinning the staff as I rose behind him. The blade flashed once in the thin Badlands light. It didn’t fully sever his head, but it didn’t need to. He collapsed in a twitching heap.

“Not yet.” With a swift motion, he sent another wave of shadows crashing toward them. The rogue dodged, pulling Annabel with him. “We need to divide his focus,” the rogue hissed. “He’s too strong when he’s locked on both of us.” Annabel nodded reluctantly. “What do you need?” “Trust me,” he said simply. Before she could respond, he charged the Architect head-on, his claws glowing faintly with some kind of energy Annabel hadn’t seen before. The Architect recoiled, caught off guard by the rogue’s sudden ferocity.

Slightly bending my back, I aimed to jump to the spot of the rogue in the center since it was alone. Without removing my vision from the rogue, I successfully landed on its back. I rode it like a horse, then I stretched both of my arms above while holding tightly on my scythe. I stepped on its head as I put all the pressure on the scythe as I slashed it down from the right side of its neck to the left. I almost fell flat on the ground after I lost balance because of how it got decapitated, but Siege caught me with his hands, letting me lay my feet on the floor firmly. "Thanks," I briefly uttered before I proceeded to attack the rest of the rogues.

I twisted out of reach, the attack grazing past by a hair, the rush of wind brushing my cheek. The thing stumbled ahead, thrown off kilter, and I fired back with a solid boot to its gut, dropping it hard with a heavy crash. The other rogues froze in disbelief, their wicked smirks cracking for a beat before they roared, lunging at me, blades of claws flashing, set on ripping me to shreds.