Romans & histoires Sting X Rogue

She says, my mouth thins at the sarcasm when she says Alpha and at that Renz starts laughing. “Roxie, we are going to be best friends.” Renz starts teasing, but his teasing is directed to me. Bastard. We reach the cell where the Rogue is being held. He is chained with silver chains to the wall. I open the cell and walk in, followed by Renz and then my mate. I harden my gaze and push my aura out to the rogue. “What’s your name?” I start with the rogue. “Fuck you!” he growls.

He growled as he walked into the enclosed dungeon. The rogue raised his head to meet the fierce gaze of the renowned alpha known for his cruelty. He was about to say something when Starr made the move without thinking if he was going to kill him or not. Alpha Starr clenched his fist into a tight ball and send it directly into the jaw of the bloody rogue. His already battered face took another hit and blood spurted out of his mouth. "Arrrrrrggg!" The rogue screamed painfully, his back hitting the floor with a heavy thud.

taunted the rogue, trying to anger Sly, but not winning. “Oh, I have so much more for you…mutt,” said Sly and he saw that his comment had hit home hard. The rogue obviously hated being referred to as the runt of the litter, even though he looked like one. Sly closed the gap again and swatted at the rogue once more, this time the rogue ducked just in time and laughed at Sly. The rogue however didn’t see Sly’s other paw coming for him and got struck on the side of the head.

Lyor grew up trapped in the Moon view temple, and he had never seen a rogue in person before, A rogue, an individual that was abandoned, disowned or had mutually cut off their link to their own clan is a unique existence in Selestine. They are free of the bindings of their clan, but they are also alone to survive in the vast land of Selestine while being subjected to the discrimination and disdain of the rest of the werewolf race. A tall figure jumped down from the last viewing room on the west side of the arena, and a handsome sunny young man landed smoothly with a smile adorning his sparkling black orbs.

she whispered urgently to her mates, hoping they had been planning for this moment. Shane, Sean, Cruz, and Romeo sprang into action with a burst of coordinated energy that had been brewing beneath their tense exteriors. Shane, moving with the precision of a seasoned warrior, tackled the nearest rogue, disarming him with a swift and fluid motion that sent the rogue’s weapon clattering to the ground. His eyes blazed with determination as he delivered a quick, incapacitating blow to the rogue’s midsection, ensuring he wouldn’t rise again soon.

“Before I make you.” The Rogue, however, wasn’t perturbed. He chuckled again, revealing two missing bottom teeth. His sinewy neck, tanned and leathered from days spent in the sun, was covered in faded tattoos. “Oh, really, princess?” he snarled. “Wanna bet?” “Yeah. I’ll bet.” In an instant, we were on each other. But while the Rogue’s movements were erratic and out of balance, I found my feet firmly planted in a fighting stance, my fists raised, my body easily maneuvering around the Rogue’s punches.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

“It’s not enough for you to have involved me in that damned robbery and now what else do you want? What do you want from me, you hid the diamonds yourself, why did you kidnapped me then, you only had to get the diamonds, you miserable man?” “Your memory must be better than mine, after all, that night, Maverick and I drank too much of that cheep vodka, you’ll certainly remember something that can’t and help me find the diamonds he hid, I want my share and that traitor’s diamonds.” “But I don’t know where you hid the damned diamonds, Igor, for the love of God, let me go, I’m, I’m…” The woman by Igor’s side approached me and punched me on the chin, complaining with Igor:

The female who smelled like warmth and want and something he couldn't name was inside that structure, and every instinct he possessed screamed at him to go to her. To claim her. The thought rose savage and sudden, and he shook his head, confused by its intensity. Claim? He'd never claimed anything. He was a rogue, a wanderer, a wolf without pack or place or purpose. Claiming was for alphas, for wolves with territory and status and the right to take. But the instinct didn't care about logic. It just wanted. He forced himself to stay still. To watch. To wait. Time passed. He wasn't sure how much — time moved differently when you were hunting, and this felt like hunting, even though he wasn't s

Chapter song: Break stuff by Limp Bizkit Unknown POV Pathetic damn ROGUE!!! That bitch has ruined EVERYTHING!!!!!! I pace back and forth in this stinking cave because I was in hiding! My plan is falling to pieces because the dumb rogue couldn't even kill a stupid 6 year old BOY!!!!! Since that bitch and her witch friends killed all my people, I have been waiting. Just waiting for the day that I can get the heir to be vulnerable. Killing his stupid son will destroy the line FOREVER!!!!