A Rogue Of One's Own Novelas e Histórias

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….

His eyes gleam as they catch the light—golden, almost feral, reflecting the moon like a predator watching its prey. His chiseled jaw is shadowed with stubble, his dark hair tousled, wild. A black turtleneck clings to his sculpted body, revealing the strength beneath. He looks like trouble. "Who are you?" I demand fists clenched. "A rogue, like you," he says smoothly. "What are you doing here? This is dangerous territory." "Then why are you here?" I snap, backing up. I’ve heard the stories. Rogues have no rules. No loyalties.

I have to ask her. "a rogue is someone without a pack who lives outside any laws. They always mean trouble and most of them are savages. It happens that they live with several other rogues and form their own pack. They usually are after other packs or up to no good. You can easily smell their difference once you shift!" she says and I stop in my track. I don't have any packs that I know of. I have never seen any wolf before that night. Does it mean I'm a rogue? Then where do I come from?

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

Ethan was halfway back to his camp with nothing more than a bloody nose from the guards he had just stolen the green flag from when I circled him and stepped into his line of site. "Ethan, you really need to be more careful," I taunted, and his nostrils flared when he took in my scent. I knew he recognized me as a rogue and despised me for it, but did he know who he was really up against? I was born with Alpha blood and had built myself up to be the most feared rogue in the world. "Do you know why I'm here?" He curled his lip and shook his head in disgust. "You touched something that belongs to me." My voice carried, and while I was concerned that someone might interrupt me before I got to t

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.