A Rogue Of One's Own Novels & Stories

For most people seeing a wolf of this size they’d be terrified but I didn’t feel afraid, but I needed him gone so I could do what I needed to do, so I could leave this hell. He nudged me again, I looked down once more, I know most of the wolves from our pack but I don’t recognise this one. Was he a rogue? A rogue is a lone wolf that has no pack, they are often dangerous and feared. They are usually distinctive in appearance and smell. He doesn’t look or smell like a rogue….

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

The Rogue Alpha wasn't known to leave witnesses, let alone survivors. From what I heard, I had been the only person to ever survive an encounter with him, but it had been over a decade, and I had little hope of walking away a second time. The rogues loved to boast about their leader when they went into the towns in no man's land. I didn't know how much of it was true, but I also wasn't about to question his strength and rumored brutality when he had me in such a vulnerable position. I was wearing the dress my mother had picked out for me this morning, but when had clothes ever stopped someone from taking what they wanted? All he would have to do was pull it up over my hips and move my pantie

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

Right now, she couldn’t afford to trust the wrong person and this man was definitely looking like the wrong one of those people. “Besides-” Adira internally groaned when he spoke again and fought the urge to throw the rest of the water in her cupped hands at him in an attempt to shut him up. It wasn’t much of a threat, she knew that, but she hoped that the momentary shock might shut him up and distract him for long enough that she could walk off and, at least, get a head start in case he tried to follow her. “I can easily introduce myself. I won’t be a stranger then, will I?” his smirk widened, making the man look awfully pleased with himself, as if he had won Adira over when in actuality th

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

Which makes a thought come to my head and I frown. “Everything okay?” Dylan notices and asks. “How did a rogue get past your security if you so easily caught up to us?” I ask the one question that is bugging me. Rogues are wolves that have been severed from their pack link, they have a terrible and rotting stench. To be exiled, you must have done something terrible and unforgivable. Not all rogues are bad since some are exiled because they lose control to their wolf, mostly when their mate dies.They usually travel alone,

I nod to the members of C-Squad who are standing in the room, walking between the windows and the doors, checking to make sure Stellan doesn’t get in. “Did you see anything on the monitors, Alpha?” Since all the elite squad leaders introduced themselves during graduation, I know this is Saber. “Nothing, Saber.” She nods and goes back to monitoring the doors and windows. I go outside, lifting my nose in the air. I spin in a slow circle and, not smelling the packless rogue smell coming from any direction, I strip off my clothes and make my way to the border. I run patrols with the others until dawn when the shift changes again, then I head inside to get some sleep.

When I turned around and looked at Luke, I knew there was only one thing I could do. I took a deep breath, this next part was not going to be easy. “I’ll do you one better.” I said, trying to sound confident. “I, Alpha Hudson Evergreen, hereby resign from being Alpha of the Red Ridge pack and declare myself a Rogue.” I fell to my knees, gritting my teeth and panting heavily to fight the pain that surged through me. Occupied with the pain, I almost didn’t register the shocked gasps and voices coming from the crowd.