X Men Evolution Rogue And Gambit Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I visited the gathering this morning Travis told me these rogues are a threat to the kingdom but I see no threat except I mean yeah two of them attacked me but why? I am not letting anyone touch them until I get all the truth. Be it Rocky, Micheal or Ros. Again my mind wanders around the fact that when Rocky and the other wolf attacked me Ros practically saved me from them. Again I wonder why? Isn't he like Rogue, so he supports Rogues, not the pack wolves? I don't understand. Maybe because I am his Mate? God nah uh, we ain't going there. Not now, not ever. I shook my head before twisting the knob of the door of my room.

Jack and Xavier walk in as I do this, and Xavier says, “Well, one of them must’ve made a mistake.” I nod and say, “I want that one.” Xavier looks over at the scrawny, shaggy-haired brunette rogue and says, “On it, boss.” He walks into the cells, surprising the three rogues because it makes it seem like Xavier is vulnerable. Xavier grabs him out by his hair and throws him towards me and growls at the other two, “If you try to touch me, then your lives will end.”

After that, however, the cousins started noticing illogicalities in the illusions. When they attacked, their opponent appeared more ferocious than the actual person would, so Greg was seeing a ready-to-kill Livia or Tanner when in reality, they’d cower when he was about to attack. Xandar noticed the same thing with the Kyltons and Sasha Cummings. The rogues were a little trickier for him since those in reality had always appeared fierce.

Mr Xavier growls, annoyance visible on his face. Why does he suddenly looks angry? Is he bipolar? "Just after I finish eating." "No, you leave now." He orders. "Freak." I mutter under my breath, packing up. Heading for the door. "I heard that." He calls from behind me. "And also behaviors like this will not be tolerated ny me. Anything I find disrespectful will lead to a deduction in your monthly payment." What the chocolate? "You can't do that" I whip around to face him. "It's in the contract." He states. "So you better put a leach on that tongue of yours, more appreciated if you also learn some manners too."

He caught both of them by the throat mid-air, halting their momentum with an impossible display of strength. "You never learn," Xavier growled. The veins in his arms bulged, and his muscles hardened like steel as he slammed their heads together. The heavy sound of the impact made me wince. Their massive bodies went limp instantly, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. I knew Xavier was strong, but I hadn't imagined this. He hadn't even taken a single step from where he stood. The man in front of me was far more dangerous than those wild werewolves. One remaining rogue in the back row hesitated. He let out a low growl, his gaze flickering with doubt. His eyes darted from me to Xavier, then to

But times have changed, becoming a beta is based on your strength, it’s no longer a family heritage. To become my beta, he had to defeat other candidates that are qualified to be my beta, and amongst them is Chris Harvey, the rogue I picked up from the street. It is expected that as a trained warrior and the son of a beta, he would defeat Chris with ease. But he did not defeat Chris, and so the rogue stray that I picked up from the streets became the Beta.

Oh, did I hear him clearly? Of course, now that he had strayed from his initial plans because of me, it was time to finally return to his rightful pack. I completely forgot that he’s not just a rogue. He has a purpose, and he’s going to fulfill it now. “But…the current alpha is your uncle..” He just raised his eyebrows, “And? I mentioned it to you. My whole goal was claiming back what is rightfully mine.” “But you’ve been rogue for too long. Let’s say you took down your uncle, now what? What about your members? You know how crazy our world is, they discriminate against us, rogues. They wouldn’t see you as their leader.”

A roar of anger and defiance. Xavier. He collided with the rogue in mid-air, forcing it back with the full brunt of his strength. They tumbled into the underbrush, a whirlwind of claws and teeth. Blythe stumbled back, watching in stunned horror as Xavier fought bare-handed against the rogue's savage frenzy. Blood sprayed. Flesh tore. But Xavier didn't stop. Didn't hesitate. He moved with brutal efficiency—striking, dodging, grappling. Driven not by training but by sheer, desperate will.

Why was I treated differently by Xavier? Why was I the one who tamed the fiercest beast of the rogue den—the future Rogue King? Maybe it was because I was ruthless. Even to myself. I had vowed to survive, no matter the cost. The old Rogue King had over a dozen sons. But Xavier… he was different. Born of an Omega, he carried half Omega blood—an eternal stain on the royal lineage of the rogue den. His mother, though an Omega, was the famed beauty of the Mississippi River, once deeply favored by the old Rogue King. But she never smiled. The Rogue King was not her fated mate. She withered away in grief.

“If you don't mind, I would like to ask about your past as a Rogue.” It was stupid of me not to have asked her sooner. The realization had struck me with sudden clarity: the man in my dream, the one with the sharp appearance and the comforting voice, sounded exactly like the Phantom Alpha, though the dream version was taller. “It is! I don't hide that part of my life.” Rose replied instantly. “Considering the original rebellion happened so long ago, how does one become a Rogue? Is it solely by bloodline, or something else?”