X Men Evolution Rogue Novels & Stories

And then it was gone. Torn away so suddenly that I stumbled forward without the resistance of it. Emma caught me somehow, her small hands grabbing my arms, and we went down together onto the ground. Xavier stood over the rogue in his human form. His silver eyes were burning, blood was on his hands, his chest and the side of his face. He had the rogue by the back of its neck and he held it there for one suspended second and I saw everything in his expression that he never put into words.

I smiled and Azariel bowed. Since rumours were already out, I guess I just had to keep proving them right. Azariel suddenly paused as he sniffed the air. “Mutant rogues.” He muttered with a smile, “It's been long since we encountered them. I guess Nikolai is really working hard.” As soon as he completed his words, the mutant rogues emerged. Mutant rogues were a more powerful breed of rogue wolves. Mutant rogues were created by injecting the heart of rogue wolves with this same malignant magic.

Rogues were flooding through the gates—fast, and clearly coordinated. I didn’t hesitate. I lunged at the first rogue I saw, my claws tearing through their muscle and bones. Blood sprayed everywhere but I needed to protect my territory., my heart thundered, and all I could think about was Freya. I needed to end this. Fast. Xavier fought beside me, fierce and unrelenting. More warriors poured into the fray, and still the rogues came. It was like they knew our defenses were down. Like they’d been sent.

Behind them, two massive sentinels dragged a broken heap of fur and flesh—the rogue driver. When Evelyn’s gaze landed on the male kneeling in the dirt of her pristine rug, she turned to stone. The color bled from her face as if she’d been drained by a vampire-bat. The rogue was unrecognizable; his jaw was lopsided, his breathing a wet rattle, and his eyes were wide with the vacant stare of one who had looked into the abyss and blinked. "Why did you let this filth into my sanctuary?!" Evelyn shrieked at the servant, her mask of composure shattering into a thousand jagged pieces.

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

“Is that the reason you remove them from the pack?” Thrumming my fingers on my desk, I made an annoyed grunt and said, “Vaewolf are rogue and don't assimilate to a pack. They follow their own rules and follow their own drum beats. Now enough about them. Go train with the guards and take your pal Nathan, or go to the village bar and have a drink,” I stated. As he stood, he smiled. “So Nathan's cool because he is just a vampire and you don't want to share your good liquor.”

“Alpha filth.” Most rogues hate alphas. After all, they typically become rogues because they were exiled by one. Makes me wonder why any of them would agree to do Alpha Xavier’s bidding. The pieces of this puzzle aren’t really fitting, which is why I’m desperate to fill in the gaps. I place my hands on the cold metal arms of the chair, leaning down over him. “There was a rogue in my territory with a scar on his face,” I say calmly. “Do you know him? Is he working with you?”

But why can’t I? “You probably have a mole,” I told Maximillian. “If the purebloods know what you have been up to, someone is telling them your secrets.” “No pack is perfect, especially one that is made up of rogues.” Maximillian stood from the chair and checked the slit that my knife made on his chest. The flesh was already knitting itself back together. “But I’ll surely find him. I need to prioritize Lincoln more. I don’t know how much time I have left before the purebloods find me.”

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.