X Men Evolution Rogue Novels & Stories

He forcefully pulled his body away, seeking for an escape as the building was set ablaze. Other werewolves ran along with him as the fire waved angrily into the woods. “Run towards the spring,” Xavier commanded in his mindlink. He felt stronger and in control of the others. “You've gotten his power!“ His wolf congratulated as they halted at the brink of the river. Xavier fell exhausted, as he transformed into his human form, watching as the wreckage continued. The thick smoke went into the moon-lit clouds as one surrendered his clothes for him. Xavier wore it, watching in amazement how they all stood before him, and bowed in submission—they have found another stronger leader. He soon realize

The ones that shifted had some kind of black goo dripping from their mouth, it was absolutely disgusting and i knew it had something to do with whatever gave then this strength. Shifting to my wolf-man form i rush over to the fight and once again i begin to tear into the rogues. One thing I wasn't prepared for though was the rate at which they healed. Not only did they have speed and strength their healing had increased as well and i immediately knew this would be trouble for us. The empty feeling spread through me again and i turned to see one of our pack members fall face first into the ground dead. This angered Xavier and i because these rogues had not taken one but two of our family memb

When the rogues finally did engage, the ambush was silent, sudden, and larger than Xavier and the others had anticipated. ​ “That looks like a hell of a lot more than four little rogues, Miller,” Liam muttered, rolling out of the way to dodge the giant, snarling mass of fur that landed right where his head had been only seconds before. ​ “Good!” Dylan grabbed a stick from the fire that they’d kept stoked all day, brandishing the blazing branch like a blade, “I’d hate to think we wasted all of that time just to end up bored.” ​ “Try to keep one of them alive, yeah?” Xavier said and shifted, his body all at once transforming from man to beast. His muscles, bones, and sinew simultaneou

Xienma quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. As she rounded a corner, she saw him. Xavier, the Rogue King's son, stood there, his eyes locked onto hers. He was tall and lean, with a face that was both handsome and cruel. His eyes were a piercing blue, and they seemed to see right through her. Xienma felt a strange pull towards him, a connection she couldn't explain. "Xavier," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She knew who he was, but she had never seen him before. He was the son of Drax, the Rogue King, the man who had killed her parents and her pack.

With a sudden surge of determination, Xander seized an opening and countered. He disarmed the rogue once again, leaving him defenseless on the forest floor. The rogue, despite his predicament, refused to yield, meeting Xander's gaze with a defiant glare. "Your words won't save you, Alpha," the rogue spat, his voice laced with bitterness. Xander, catching his breath, stood tall. "Perhaps not. But the strength of a united pack will ensure that your rebellion remains futile."

“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?”

“ So, got a boyfriend? “ Roy winked at me, making me chuckle. “ Something I should know ? “ Daxtor leaned forward, elbows resting on the table with hands intertwined and stared at me like an overprotective brother he was. “ No. Not yet. “I laughed a little and answered him, feeling myself relax for the first time since I came downstairs. It felt nice talking to him. Normal. But I could still feel Cassian’s eyes on me the whole time. Blazing. Angry. Like my mere presence was ruining his morning. I tried to focus on Lawrence. He was still so handsome and I took a bite of my pancake but then I started catching pieces of another conversation happening at the other end of the table. “…pack patrol

“It doesn’t matter; you’re mated now. I am happy for you.” “What about you? Have you found a mate?” “I did, when I turned 18. She was older by two years. About a week after we met, there was a rogue attack; she was one of the few who didn’t make it. It all made sense why Dylan hated Owen. It isn’t because of who Owen is; it is because Owen is considered a rogue. Dylan probably blames all rogues for losing his mate. “I am sorry to hear that.” I touched his shoulder and gave a sympathetic smile.

Perhaps your rogue is still out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. END OF BOOK EIGHT

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.