Wolverine Rogue Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He nodded his head and led me to the chair and instructed the three of us to sit down, "we don't have much time because I've been given until sun down to get moving. If the three of you were anybody else I wouldn't have cared to have the decency to speak to any of you, but you all mean something to me. Actually, I'm lying, Amelia and Lexy, you mean shit to me but because my love over here finds great comfort in you, I will treat you well." I couldn't say anything because what the hell was I supposed to say? I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that so called Wade was actually my Romeo and my Saviour all at once. How the fuck was that possible? "My name is Wade and I'm a rogue w

“No, I don’t care that you’re a rogue. Though I am curious how you ended up becoming one. Besides that I don’t belong to Alpha Claude's pack I’m from Howling Moon, ” Instead of telling me how he became a rogue he leans in and kisses me. Our kiss starts off gentle and slowly but soon becomes more demanding and desperate. Hands search for buttons and zippers to take off garments. Pieces of cloth that don’t come off easily or quick enough get torn off. Before long we are naked on my bed. We look at each other. I can see Rover’s body is battle hardened and scarred. “I’m not a virgin,” I blurt out. “Teach me what you like, I’ll do my best to not disappoint and in the near future to forget whoever

Not this time. The rogue laughed softly, a sound that chilled my spine. “You’ve grown stronger,” she said, voice dripping with venom. “But strength alone will not save you. You think your pack, your bond… can protect you? Watch as it all falls apart.” I lunged forward instinctively, wolf surging, claws flashing. The battle erupted instantly, chaos consuming the forest edge. Every strike, every dodge, every bite was a deadly dance. My wolf and Dresden moved as one, synchronized, unstoppable. But the rogue had anticipated our bond, her attacks precise, strategic, designed to test and exploit every weakness.

“This rogue has no backbone I see, just another mutt that we need to dispose of.” I raised my eyebrow, carefully raising my forcefield as I watched them approach me, my tone laced with a loud growl. “You may think I’m a rogue with unworthy breading, but I don’t want to be a stupid Luna. Take the alpha for all I care. I don’t want him.” The blonde growled, clenching her painted nails at her side. “Don’t disrespect him in my presence mutt.”

he spat, his voice dripping with venom. I met his gaze, my eyes unwavering. "Because, as wolves, we are bound by the same instinct to protect our pack. We may be from different packs, but we are united by the bond of our kind. Let us prove our intentions." With a nod of acceptance, the rogue allowed us to approach the injured wolf. My heart ached at the sight of his wounds, but I focused on maintaining a calm and soothing presence. "We'll take care of him," I assured the rogue, who reluctantly stepped away, still poised to defend his pack if necessary.

A long howl escapes my lips, and with that, I see Arthur shifting into his Lycan too. His Lycan is bigger than a wolf, with a magnificent silver coat that shines like a pool of coins in the light of the day. He joins my cry for battle, and even though Owen is trying to get away from both of us, he still pushes against him and tries to topple him off the hill that were on. Meanwhile, the scarred Rogue is also trying to shift, but before he can do that, I lunge at him and pin him down. I burrow my nails into his chest, drawing blood. The Rogue screams into my face, filling my nose with the rancid smell of his breath.

Swallowing the scream I want to let out, I watch the rouge stroke his member in front of me, drooling insatiably at the bare sight of my body and way he wants to defile it. My heart rattles off in my chest. "Please, don't do this," I plead, begging once more like it could help. I watch Olivera struggle on the ground, looking at me like he wants to help but is unable to get up and come to my side. I cry helplessly, actually wishing I could be in Olivera's protective grasp. "Don't touch her," the rogue Alpha snarls. "I'll rip your fucking throat out!" The rogue only laughs, still stroking himself wildly while staring me down. He reaches for me, grabbing me by my hair and yanking me against his

If more, they were the cowards, trying to gang up on me, an unshifting she-wolf. One of them, a warrior named Vaughn, took a step forward. He was older, obviously a senior warrior. His gaze was filled with unspoken accusations. “We need to talk, Rogue!” Vaughn hissed. Rogue. I bit the inside of my cheek from the bitter taste that word brought me. They were starting, and by the look of it, they weren’t here just for a messy talk, so I kept my senses heightened and kept myself alert for any possible quick attack.

I am screwed. Seeing it approach, a wolf from my pack gets alert and starts running over to me. He looks at me and growls, as if signalling me to run away but I can't. My feet are trapped in one place. The wolf jumps over the livid rogue, successfully trapping him in place as his claws rake over the rogue's back. In a jiffy, the rogue is able to flip them around and the wolf from my pack is now under him. A rogue over powered a healthy wolf? How is that possible?

I whisper as she wraps her arms around my neck. "You must be sure. I will not take kindly to any bad words after this encounter, so I ask again, are you sure?" I can't stop Romeo as he takes control to make sure she knows who she has invited into her home and her bed, or should I say her body. I am not as stable as Julian or Victoria. For some reason, I am closer to being a natural Rogue. A natural Rogue is one that is possibly mateless and therefore can't control their emotions. Lust, anger and bloodlust are the top three of the worst, it is why I need a release more often the Julian does. I smile as she nods again and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me.