Wolverine Rogue Fanfiction Novels & Stories

But Sasha didn’t realize she was staring at the woods. “Ah that,” the Rogue combed his hair with his fingers. “The Wolf Moon’s powers allowed me to tear a tiny weensy hole, and I passed through it.” He waved a hand to himself, “I’m not from any of the packs of Westfall as you can see. That’s why I can just mess around with your land’s magic.” Sasha tried yanking her arm back, but the Rogue held her elbow firmly. “What do you want?” she hissed, keeping her voice steady and cold despite panic rising in her chest.

“I have always wanted to see you but I was scared that I might attack you.” Rogue were nocturnal creatures, they couldn’t control their desire to attack irrespective of who it was, their mind would go know from the reality and until their bloodshed is satisfied, they could go blind for hours. “You could never harm me” I informed him as I rested my back on his body. We laid in silence staring at the moon for hours, it felt nice to see him again and my heart mended a bit from the all the evil I had buried inside for Darla.

His chuckled humourlessly. "I'm not your son!" I snapped. The words he addressed me as, disgusted me. I wanted to tore him limb from limb for years he stood as Alpha. I charged towards him full force and hitting the area I had clawed him just minutes before. As rogue it takes longer for you to heal, even if you were an high rank before. Being a rogue slows down healing processes and every other benefit of a normal werewolf, it was the perfect form of torture for him...a living death itself as he lost his Alpha status and power.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

The rogue shakes its head and still doesn’t shift, whining, morosely, as it continues to cower. I follow the aqua thread that is connected to the rogue and quickly breech its mind. Me: ‘You need to shift back now, or I will be forced to kill you.’ Rogue: ‘How...' Me: ‘It’s one of my gifts. Now do as I said.’ Rogue: ‘I can’t shift. I am stuck this way.’ Me: ‘Why?’ Rogue: ‘I can’t tell you.’ Me: ‘You can’t, or you won’t?’

This was yet another of the numerous reasons that contributed to her undying adoration for me. Because rogues are considered to be traitors of their packs, and in the world of werewolves, there is only one punishment for traitors, and that is to either make them your servant or kill them in a brutal manner, I smiled as I saw her get angry for the first time in three months. The very thought of it gave me goosebumps. My spine tingled at the prospect of becoming their slave, and the feeling was intense. I would much rather perish than serve as a pawn for them.

Rogue turned on his heel and pulled Indianna with him. "I-" "Werewolves," Rogue said. "When were you going to tell me, sister?" "Yesterday," Indianna lied. "But you didn't really give me the chance." Rogue sent her a look. "They didn't seem to sense that I was a werewolf," Rogue said. "Keep an eye on them, inform me of any changes. I shall put Brandon on it as well." "Okay," Indianna said quietly. "So, my mate isn't happy with you. She's rather upset. Do you know why?" Rogue asked as he entered his house. Indianna stopped on the threshold and stared inside. It seemed so familiar yet so foreign.

The decision of marking Hellen under the influence of his jealousy, the fact that he and Hellen had waited for so long for that event to happen, he had so many plans yet in his rage he didn't even realise what he was doing until it was done and impossible to reverse. When Alice was taken away by Rogue king. Raymond lost control over himself and at night walking back and forth in his room he was enraged yet was extremely disturbed by the thought of that Rogue touching the girl that was supposed to be his mate. He knew he had no rights to be angered when he was the one who gave her away to that beast by banishing her. He was the one who handed her to her so called second chance mate because of

Luke didn’t stop looking at each of them so intensely as he continued, “The rogue attack is drawing closer and closer to our boundaries.” “And we are prepared,” one of the elders replied. Luke shook his head, frowning a bit, “Are you sure about this? How ready?” he replied. The elders knew he had lost his dad to a rogue attack in a neighbouring pack, in which his dad’s friend was alpha and he had gone to assist them. Since then, their pack had been on consistent alert and guarding. No rogue was let to go free, as they could be a spy.

“Did you think you could lay your filthy hands on what’s ours and live to tell about it?” The rogue whimpered, clawing at Xavier’s wrist, but Xavier didn’t let go. Instead, he ripped out his heart. The limp body dropped, but Xavier barely looked at it before stepping over it like trash and moving for the next. Rolex was a storm of rage, moving so fast I could barely see him. He tackled two rogues at once, his claws tearing through muscle, his movements a deadly dance. One rogue tried to run, but he caught him by the throat, slamming him against a tree so hard the trunk cracked.