X Men Evolution Rogue And Gambit Novels & Stories

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

When I get my hands on them… “It’s all going to be fine. You are merely fulfilling your destiny.” He pulled the syringe out, full of my blood. “Listen, I think you have the wrong guy.” Maximillian released a light chuckle. “You are the RIGHT guy.” “It’s not possible. I’m a normal person! Is this because I’m an underground fighter? Is this some sort of experiment?” My mind suddenly went to those movies I saw wherein people tried to create mutant humans of some sort. “I’m not even that great!”

“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.”

The rogue camp was built in what used to be a neutral outpost half-burnt buildings, scattered bricks, and old forest shrines overgrown and desecrated. It had been fortified with jagged metal spires and crude wooden barriers, layered with the scent of blood magic and desperation. And hanging above it, flapping like a war flag? A torn Crescent Moon banner Xavier’s old pack symbol slashed with his new rogue sigil. He wasn't simply ignoring the past. He was rewriting it. We stopped 100 meters out. Maximus exited first, shoulders squared. His presence shifted the air Alpha. Mafia. Monster. All of him, ready to bite.

I will be just another woman in his quarter, just another captive existing to please the Rogue Alpha. T. B. C!

The rogue whined, grabbing Lucien’s arm which he held onto as though he was more than ready to tear it off. The rogue made them both fall backwards and he let out a very loud growl, one that didn’t just show his anger but also dominance. The moment he looked up into the skies, Lucien took control. He brought out the metal object that Finn had given him earlier and without even checking what it was, he pressed it into the rogue’s throat. Just then, a louder growl came on and Xavier appeared. “Carla?” He whispered, stepping forward with his eyes ingrained on the wolf.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“Did you have fun leaving a scar on the face of your enemy?” “Yes, I did,” she keeps shaking like a fucking leaf over what has been displayed before her. People from other regions aren't fucking used to how bloody we, the Rogues can be. We are destructive and messy. Rough and most of us are street dogs. We hunt whatever and whoever we see as prey. This is part of our pride. But lately, every Rogue has been on the low since Alpha Arkon took over his father. He has changed a lot of our policies, creating boredom in our region. He is too soft-hearted as an Alpha. And this is why he must have me by his side as his Luna.

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