Sting X Rogue Novels & Stories

One massive paw slammed into his chest. The impact sounded like a tree snapping. The rogue flew through the air. His body crashed into a nearby trunk with enough force to split bark. The entire clearing went silent. The rogue collapsed. Unconscious. Several rogues took an involuntary step backward. Fear appeared in their eyes for the first time. Another rogue attacked. Then another. Aria met them head-on. Selene surged forward. Together, they became a blur of silver motion. A rogue leaped for her throat. She twisted.

How dare they think lowly of me just because I am a woman when I am much more powerful than hundreds of them combined? I love killing Rogues using the abilities that I have and one of them is to control lightning. That's what they get for laying their filthy hands on me. They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death.

The rogue knew what it was and his eyes finally showed a little bit of fear. Stephen folded the sleeves of his shirt and dragged a chair to sit in front of the rogue. He looked at the rogue with anger and disgust. He poured a bottle of liquid melted silver on him which immediately started burning the rogue. He cried out in pain and his growls were almost shaking the dungeon. "You son of a bi-" Stephen punched him hard with the silver glove to stop the words that he wanted to complete. "Now, rogue. I would have liked to do some more damage to that already ugly face of yours but I don't have time and my beta already did a great job. Now let's jump into the business." Stephen said.

She stutters awake, saying, "What? Where? Why?" Toby doesn't answer or ask her anything yet as he slaps her once, twice, three times, making her whimper. He then says, "You are no rogue... Who are you?" "My name is Melanie and I am a rogue..." "No, you are not!! I am a rogue..." He then slaps her again, as he growls... "Who are you working for?"

Rich black dudes are usually badass I chuckled Me: not all Rogue: so why were they at your tail? Me: I really don't know I shoved my hands into my pockets and looked down Rogue : in the next ten minutes, I think they'd be ketchup and tomatoes, so we'll go ask them some questions Me: what's ketchup and tomatoes got to do with 'em? He smiled Rogue : have I ever told you I really like your accent? Me: you haven't. But you just let me in on it

"My group has information about rogue movements in the northern territories. There's something brewing there, a coalition forming under a leader who's smarter than most. They're already putting pressure on the Silverfang Pack's borders, and it's only a matter of time before they start looking at BlackClaw territory." It was plausible enough. Rogue coalitions formed periodically, usually falling apart within months due to internal power struggles, but occasionally persisting long enough to cause real problems for established packs. "And in exchange for this information?" I asked, though I already knew what she would want. "A place in your pack" Sofia said. "Not just for me, but for my closest

"Alpha, we have a visual on a transport. Southeast quadrant. Sending the link." Logan hissed a curse and signaled the pilot to dive. In the field, I had given up hope. I stared at the grey sky, hearing the distant, rhythmic thumping of rotors. "I'm going to break you," the rogue whispered, unbuckling his heavy belt to bind my wrists. Before the buckle could click, a shadow fell over us. A hand reached down, grabbed the rogue by the shoulder, and hurled him twenty feet across the field like a rag doll.

My hair fell over my shoulders in soft waves thanks to Bree’s curling iron assault, and she’d somehow convinced me to wear mascara and lip gloss despite my repeated objections. I looked… Different. Not like a different person. Just a version of myself I didn’t show very often. A version that felt exposed. Vulnerable. When I stepped back into the living room, Bree froze. Then a slow grin spread across her face. “Oh.” I immediately hated that reaction. “What?” “Oh, Rogue Ryder is absolutely screwed.” I groaned. “Stop calling him that.” “No.” “I look ridiculous.” “You look gorgeous.” I opened my mouth to argue. Nothing came out.

Rogue sounded like he was trying to hide concern. “Do you know him, Rogue?” “I know of him. He used to be part of Stuart's crew, before Stuart got rid of him for… morally questionable behaviour.” “Rogue, we all play on the wrong side of the law and we've all done a lot of fucked up stuff. What did this guy do for Stuart to get rid of him?” Rogue snorted, and I could imagine the concerned look that would be on Duke’s face, and the incredulous look on Fishnet’s.