X-men Days Rogue Cut Novels & Stories

My strike landed, knocking his weapon from his grasp. Silence. Then, to my surprise, the rogue let out a deep laugh. “Damn. Not bad, pack girl.” I straightened, breathing heavily. The tension in the air shifted. The rogues weren’t just watching me anymore. They were seeing me. ⸻ As the day passed, I felt a small shift in the way the rogues interacted with me. They were still wary, still watching, but there was a new kind of respect in their eyes. I wasn’t just Damien’s stray anymore.

” she yelled. “The hot rod? You are really going to use it on her?” Freya asked, her voice quivering. “Yes. Can’t you see how smug she looks, we have to ruin her face and make her unable to raise her face anywhere else to teach her a lesson” Ruan yelled. “You said it was to threaten her!”Freya yelled. “Get me the hot rod” Runa barked at Lillian who immediately rushed towards the fire and grabbed a rod in the fire that I hadn’t seen at all. I sucked in my breadth, fear creeping into me and I started struggling with the ropes.

Or had he chosen to ignore me? I stayed hidden, watching as he moved with purpose toward the battlefield outside the palace walls. The enemy warriors were still there — rogues and traitors led by a tall, broad-shouldered man with a cruel face. Xavier carved through them like a storm. His claws sliced through flesh with terrifying precision. Talon fought beside him, swift and brutal. Even some of the lower ranks had joined the fight. But Xavier was unstoppable. He pushed forward until he reached the rogue leader. Their clash was savage. Growls shook the ground. Blood sprayed. The rogue was strong, but Xavier was stronger, faster, and filled with raw fury. In the end, with one final brutal str

Seyric definitely had his way of handling things like that because he flicked on a lighter out of nowhere and held it up for the rogue to see. “That knife may not hurt you as it is but if I take it...” He pulled the knife out of his lap and the rogue screamed again, sweating profusely. “...and put it in this..” he let the flame of the lighter heat up the knife, maintaining eye contact with the rogue. He approached the rogue again but the bleeding man was already begging for mercy. “It was an Alpha! I don't know his name but he approached our leader not long ago. All I know is that the Alpha wants the Luna and her children dead at all costs.”

I kill rogue after rogue occasionally torturing them to find out who sent them; so far I've only learnt that a male and female rogue joined up with someone from this pack, they had no idea who the man was as he never showed his face to them but the man and woman seemed to know who he was. I'm currently in my wolf form, I gave Xavier full control after I couldn't obtain anymore information also he was really angry and his blood lust was evident by the way he slaughtered the rogues, his whole body covered in blood. Eventually the rogues retreated when they realized their numbers were reduced drastically.

"You calling that man 'not bad' with a straight face is very funny." I kept scrolling. The same picture was climbing through account after account, each one with a caption bent to a different shape. Bloodmoon's cast-off bride. The Rogue Alpha with his hands full while his pack bled. I made myself read a few. Wounded wolves on cots and this is what their Alpha's doing. She didn't waste a night, did she. Whatever she is, she's not a victim in that picture. "I don't care," I said. Quiet.

“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.

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

Not having to worry about rogue attacks was probably the only advantage of being a rogue. When Lucianne asked Stella if she could share any specific scenes that she loved at night, the teenager’s eyes sparkled and she got out her phone with an excited grin to show Lucianne pictures from her photo gallery. Lucianne immediately noticed the no-service icon, and concluded that this was one of the precautions rogues took to avoid being detected.

The rest of the evening was more casual. We all hung out and got to know each other a little better. The two other rogues present were Darius and Paula. Darius has been a rogue for 5 months, but he’s been here for about two weeks now, and he’s almost ready to join the pack. Paula is newer like me. She’s only been a rogue for 3 months, and she got here 8 days ago, but she already seems pretty comfortable.