Wolverine Rogue Fanfiction Novels & Stories

, Laureffaine cried. Rogues were the creatures she hated the most and Xavier knew this. So why wasn't he coming to her rescue. "Who in this Pack would want to frame you Laure?, Everybody loves you, you are the most respected she-wolf here apart from the Luna", Xavier said in frustration. Laureffaine breathed deeply. Even he was questioning her. He knew her best, couldn't he support and believe her like the Rogue Alpha was doing. "You're questioning me, your best friend, we've known each other for more than twenty years Xav. I even told you about the note in which it stated that the Rogue Alpha was threatening me and our Pac-

My wolf gives chase as she screams for me to reach her. “Brett…BRETT!” Her scream breaks my soul into tiny pieces. I’ve already failed her. I roar at my wolf to run faster just as she is knocked unconscious by the fallen tree trunk that the rogues jump over, refusing to let her go. I chase after them to an opening where I am met by a dozen rogues. I try to follow Willow, but a rogue knocks me to the ground and I momentarily lose sight of her as I rip the wolf’s throat out. The rogues all centre around me growling and baring their teeth, angry at their fallen comrade. Just then a howl comes from behind them and my men, along with Jeremy’s, race towards us. They start attacking the rogues, who

But I also feel his control, he doesn’t overextend, doesn’t chase, doesn’t let his healing body become a weakness. Good. Because I need him alive more than I need him heroic. I throw myself into the second rogue, teeth catching his shoulder, and we roll in the dust. His claws rake across my flank, not deep, but enough to sting. I shove him off and kick free, then snap at his foreleg. He stumbles. Logan’s wolf barrels past and finishes the disable with one brutal shoulder, check that sends the rogue crashing into the barricade. Our line holds. Then a horn blasts, different tone, lower, cutting through the din. The rogues hesitate. It’s small. A fraction. But it’s real.

We had to protect her, protect us all, from the war that had emerged on our pack grounds. I had to do a double-take when I caught myself referring to this place as "our pack grounds." Have I been spending too much time with Brock and his wolf pack? Time to rein it in. From now on, I'll be glued to my desk at the corporate office. This is definitely not my turf. And the more I think about it, the more I feel like the Luna I swore I'd never become. Before I could stop Linda, she morphed over behind her mate, grabbing the Rogue by surprise and sending shockwaves from her hands into his neck. The rogue passed out, freeing the silver-eyed one. Linda, holding the rogue up, disappeared and returned

'Maybe he's right. 'Sure...(sarcastically)...' 'What are you gonna do?' 'I don't know I'll figure it out... somehow' ****** Clover 'He doesn't want us...' My wolf wasn't handling it well neither was I, but I was going to be the stronger one. I'm not going to show how affected I am... I know I never mentioned anything about finding my mate, wanna know the reason? Well this is the reason!...no wolf wants a rogue as a mate talk less of a stray like me...

“Now, it’s your turn, my sweet innocent lowly she wolf.” The initial concern wrapping around the she wolf’s heart was now replaced with a frightening anger. “You are going to pay for this!” letting her sharp claws out, the she wolf howled into the moonlight. She began to lunge towards the rogue Lycan prince, only for him to dodge her quite easily this time around. She was graceful and agile, but Conall seemed to have regained a different kind of strength right after taking another soul. After a while of dodging her attacks, the Lycan prince managed to catch the she wolf by her arm, eventually swinging her into the air and finally kicking her through the stomach. The poor she wolf didn’t have

Rogue seemed the least bothered infact he was smiling , as if seeing Wilson struggle was giving him some sort of vindictive pleasure . " Yes and if you ever came near Chelsea again or any other unwilling woman " said Rogue with a smile that sent a chill running down everyone's back " I promise you , I will make you suffer not as much as your beloved mother and sister . I swear to Etah , there will be no next time and if there is - I hope you will be ready to watch your mother and sister serve so many men in a day that they will be begging for death ."

The volcano spined around very fast and swallowed some of the rogues that were close. I saw the biggest rogue taking on five fighters. I charged the rogue wolf from behind and jumped onto his back. The rogue wolf shook me off and turned around to growl at me. I made the other fighters from the pack go away because I am the alpha and I am stronger. They went and fought with the other lycans who needed help. The rogue wolf took my moments of distraction and used it against me. The rogue wolf jumped on my back and bit into my hind leg. Let me tell you that it doesn't feel like a pinch.

But that plan changed when Dave said, “Or maybe she’s working hand in hand with the Rogue.” “What do you mean by that?” I glared at my Gamma, finding that statement out of the line. He shrugged lightly and said, “Think about it. All that woman has ever done for us is cause us trouble. Even your mother doesn’t like her. I bet she knows this Rogue. Or maybe she’s the Rogue in disguise.” “Cause us trouble?” I picked that phrase, grinning at Dave. “So, you mean to say Evolet is the one who made that guard kidnap those cubs and forced an Alpha Cat into Wolf Fall?”

To patients. A young warrior, his arm bandaged thickly, stiffened when he saw me. I knelt beside his bed without hesitation. “You fought bravely,” I told him. “But bravery doesn’t mean you heal alone.” His eyes filled, and he nodded. Rogue recently attacked the Red moon pack. He is one of the warriors that fight. By the time I left, exhaustion settled deep into my bones, but it was the satisfying kind. The kind that came from purpose. Damon, the warrior assigned by the elders to accompany me, remained quiet as we returned to the palace. He observed everything, reporting nothing aloud. A watcher. A judge.