Twisting Blades Rogue Build Novels & Stories

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 give my gun to Bailey, and tell her, "I'm going to turn!" "Haden, no!" she screams, but it's too late. The transformation takes over me, ending at a record speed, and suddenly I can see everything as if it's as bright as the day. Without wasting a second, I pounce at the rogue wolf. Rogues are often bloodthirsty, so that makes their focus and skill decrease exponentially. We claw and bite at each other, him trying to draw my blood out. I take that as an advantage and bite him in all the right places. But this rogue is strong, and his fur is quite thick. I can't sink my teeth into his hide. He must be an old rogue because new ones are easier to defeat.

The rogue growled, turning its focus onto her. The warrior jabbed the rogue with the staff. The rogue growled, launching itself within the distance of the staff, grabbing it and pulling the warrior up into the air by the staff. The warrior gave a groan as he landed on the opposite side. Its focus now on Zay and Logan, it growled low in its throat.

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

A blade sliced Elias's arm, drawing a grunt, and he fired wild, missing as pain buckled his knee. Torin leaped from the ridge, landing on the nearest rogue's shoulders, driving him face-first into the dirt. His claws hooked into eye sockets, yanking backward with a pop and tear, brains trailing as he hurled the head aside. Elias fired again, bullet punching through another's knee, the rogue crumpling with a scream. Torin grabbed the third by the belt, flipping him overhead and slamming him down spine-first on a rock. Vertebrae shattered like dry wood, the body convulsing as Torin stomped the exposed throat, cartilage crunching under his heel.

How… I could not even think. The cell was spinning. My knees went weak. ‘Alpha….Alpha. I am in the east border. The rogues are coming. All the patrol is out. She is here, the witch is…….’ The link cut, vanished to thin air. The fear that had passed through the link, it was something else. My body swayed. With one wave, my hand had turned to a claw, slicing the man’s head off his neck. “Helix, take everyone into the bunker. The rogues are here.”

I lunged forward, my daggers slicing through the rogue's weapon arm before he could force the gears to turn manually. The motion is swift, brutal, and utterly merciless, the steel blades humming with alpha fury as they cleave through heavy leather and muscle with effortless precision. A sharp cry of agony escapes the saboteur's lips as his mutilated arm drops uselessly to his side, the detonator tumbling from his nerveless fingers to bounce harmlessly against the straw-covered flagstones.

The first Rogue lunged. The necklace burned. The staff moved. I don’t remember deciding. The wood hummed, old and pleased, symbols flaring like they’d been written in light not ink. I swung badly—too wide, too high—and the crescent head caught the Rogue across the shoulder. It snarled, recoiled, and where the staff had touched, skin hissed and went black as if frost-burnt. Second Rogue. Third. This wasn’t a fight you win with one good swing. I was a girl with shaking knees holding an heirloom she barely understood. They were built for tearing.

Blade let out a low groan one that was a mix of pleasure, pain and disappointment, though when he looked into the male’s eyes he smirked and readjusted his cock in his pants before reaching up and removing the silver chains from his wrists, catching his weak body and helping him to rest on the floor. Knowing that he needed much more blood and that Vampire blood wasn’t good enough Blade walked to the cell door retrieved the key and walked down the dungeon hall stopping at the first cell containing one of the Werewolf rogues. Blade unlocks the door and enters the cell. The rogue is shackled and weakened by the silver so it doesn’t take much more than a hard punch to the jaw to knock it out. Bl

Next, another. They surrounded us with swift, accurate motions, more controlled than usual rogues. This was not your typical ambush. I spun out of the path as I ducked under a clawed swipe. The frantic gasps of breath came as my heart hammered against my ribcage. The woods turned into a haze of teeth and steel, of growls and agonized screams. From the left, a rogue approached me, his blade gleaming in the moonlight. Too sluggish. Too feeble.