X Men Evolution Gambit And Rogue Novels & Stories

Dominic said, but his attention was fixed on my face rather than the destroyed equipment. That’s when the attack came. A concealed Rogue sprang from a pit covered with brush, moving faster than any normal wolf. I reacted on pure instinct, my enhanced abilities carrying me between the creature and my people before conscious thought caught up. My claws found its throat, but the thing kept fighting even as blood poured from the wound. These weren’t ordinary Rogues—something had been done to them. I twisted the creature’s head, vertebrae snapping like dry twigs. “Someone’s been experimenting on them,” I said.

As the rogues body went limp, I uprooted my sword and turned to another approaching rogue. Damien and Galiath seemed to hold their own against the rogues really well. Damien, quicker on his feet, attacked the rogues with a blade that he had taken from one of the fallen rogues. He sidestepped all of their attacks with ease, driving his blade through the neck of ever rogue he came across. Galiath, on the other hand, seemed to have little need for a blade as he bashed the heads of the rogues with his chain-wrapped fist.

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

“Xan made it clear that he was not planning on staying. Why are you so determined to get answers out of him?” He didn’t answer me immediately. A few minutes of silence passed between us before he lowered his legs and glanced at me. My eyes dropped to his arm when he pressed his fingertips to his right wrist. “He’s a rogue.” “You went through his stuff.” Knox didn’t even deny it. “How do you know he’s a rogue? Maybe he’s looking for more of his kind.” A scoff fell from his lips. “He has scent blockers and weapons. It’s not something that someone carries around if they are looking for more of their kind.”

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands had joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell a victim of their battle.

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

I knew deep within my soul that I had to embrace the consequences of my actions, to accept the path of banishment and walk the solitary road of a Rogue. The decision weighed heavily upon me, for I would be severed from all I had known, from the familiarity of the kingdom and the comfort of my pack. Yet, Tania, in my heart, I found a newfound clarity, a strength that arose from the depths of my convictions. I knew that true honor and integrity lie not in the sheltered embrace of the pack, but in facing the consequences of my choices with unwavering resolve. So, with a heavy heart and an unwavering determination, I declined the offer of redemption. I embraced my fate as a Rogue, ready to roam

The Mistbane territory thrived under our care, and we had each other—stronger, wiser, and forever bonded. And as we stood together, hands clasped, hearts aligned, the first light of a new dawn touched the horizon, painting everything in gold. Our story was no longer about survival or struggle. It was about love, power, and peace—and it would last forever. “After all, I was once just an exiled rogue, a soul who had fallen to the savage beast within. I was far from perfect—but we were perfect for each other. And that was more than enough.”

Damon has grown up with her, though he cares for her because she was his pack member but that didn't mean she would cross her limits. He didn't know when she changed so much. It was all fine until she started looking at him in a weird way. Everything changed when their pack was taken from them. He became stronger, gathered all his men and kept the pack together. Being a rogue wasn't easy and as he was late Alpha's only son. It was his duty to protect his people. As a rogue he has to battle against many other rogues and small packs. He became ruthless, cold, merciless. He became the lone King of the rogues.

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