Why Can't Rogue Touch Gambit Novels & Stories

Charlie I was panting hard as I held my bleeding hand that had lost two fingers from the game we were playing. “Play your next move.” Rogue said as I glared at her before I stared at the board. This was the seventeenth time we were playing this game and I was yet to win a single game. I had traded so many parts, each regenerating as the games went on. I couldn’t understand how she was doing it, how she was cheating or bending the rules to her favor unless there was some unknown external influence.

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

"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.

“Amber, you don’t know me. What would you do if this mating went forward, and you found out that we had nothing in common? Or despised each other? For all you know, I could have a problem with gambling or have a violent temper.” “I’m a wolf, Heath, as you will know, being one yourself. I have claws and teeth too. You try to hurt me, and I would return the favor in kind. I get what you are trying to do, but fate gave you to me and I plan to honor it and the Moon Goddess’ faith in this union. Are you questioning the Moon Goddess’ wisdom about this?”

“This could fetch a nice price.” Raven felt the energy inside her stir. She was ready to act. Power surged up from deep within, calling to her, urging her to unleash it. But before she could make her move, Damien reacted first. In a blur of motion, Damien gripped the rogue’s wrist, his fingers squeezing tightly. A sharp crack echoed through the air, but the rogue didn’t give in. His eyes burned with anger and pain, but Damien was too slow to finish the job. The poison still had a firm grip on him, which is why he couldn't have shifted.

Ethan was halfway back to his camp with nothing more than a bloody nose from the guards he had just stolen the green flag from when I circled him and stepped into his line of site. "Ethan, you really need to be more careful," I taunted, and his nostrils flared when he took in my scent. I knew he recognized me as a rogue and despised me for it, but did he know who he was really up against? I was born with Alpha blood and had built myself up to be the most feared rogue in the world. "Do you know why I'm here?" He curled his lip and shook his head in disgust. "You touched something that belongs to me." My voice carried, and while I was concerned that someone might interrupt me before I got to t

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

Back at the meeting… "Are you serious? Is this the only solution you can come up with?" questioned Alpha Blake. "Do you people even understand what you are asking?" "We do, and believe this is the best option for now," answered Bryan solemnly. "Never! I will never open my pack to the rouges. This is the most ridiculous suggestion ever given," Alpha Storm argued. "Allowing two rogues in the midst of our packs, we risk everything. I can't believe your audacity. You may very well suggest; we hand over all our pack secrets to you."

She looked up at me, her brows slightly furrowed. “Taken,” I spat, “by the rogues.” “Oh.” The word fell flat, like she was trying not to show that she was shocked. “But why bother?” She asked, “it’s not like they can have mates as rogues. Why go through the extra trouble?” Before I could say anything, her eyes filled with horror as she looked at me, “or can they?” “They can’t.” I said, kicking away a piece of wood that used to be part of a roof. “They lost their ability to have mate bonds the moment they became rogues.”

I wasn’t trying to get too close so I stayed where I was. “Human..” He said in a creepy way and ran his tongue over his lips. From what I know, rogues are cursed wolves and they do not have special abilities equivalent to actual wolves but are equally dangerous.. but good thing about them.. you don’t need silver to kill them. “Do you have some?” I asked since he wasn’t saying anything but looking at me like a prey. My heart beat loudly for a moment there but I had to keep my composure and focus.