Aesthetica Of A Rogue Hero Light นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I suppose that I won’t know unless I meet him, so here we go. Placing my helmet on top of my motorcycle, I walk inside and can already catch the unknown scent of Rogues inside. I round the corner and spot him immediately; how could I fucking not? He’s tall, with a broad build that lets me know he’s fought for his position; he has dark hair, short and faded and long on top with the piercing blue eyes of a Rogue. Not only that but there’s a scent of True Alpha on him. This actually makes me want to know his story.

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.

His dark red eyes meet mine with a glaring amount of contempt and I can't help but snicker at that, none of that contempt was there when he had my ass in his palms as I grinded on him. I take in his rough dirty blond hair, his shaggy dark beard, dark red eyes, crooked nose and thin lips, all those combined with his broad shoulders and large muscles made him extremely attractive, but in a rough way, unlike the way Tristan and Zander managed to be politely attractive. "Nothing much rogue, I just need to speak to you," I reply, glancing around at his fellow rogues watching from behind trees and bushes. He stares at me for a moment before turning around and walking away in the direction of their

I glared at him and started walking away. " Ah…Wait..." I stopped walking and turned around to stare down at him. He avoided my eyes again, " Fine...I'll talk" he mumbled. Clover got off him and smiled at me, " You're welcome" she said and skipped away. I turned my gaze back to the rogue. He scratched his his head nervously, " This is so awkward and weird" he mumbled and sighed. I took the time to look at him well. He had dark hair that looked so untidy from him running his fingers through. His eyes were a light grey and his lips were pale and thin. His nose was not so pointy and his brows were on point. He should be at least 6'0 feet.

He sighed as he realized that none of it mattered and he would never be able to get the answer to it. "I wonder what a latent is doing here," One of the Rogue said and Blake wondered how he was able to sense him. He was looking dirty just like every other rogue with him, he had a hard face, the type that one would always remember even if you saw him only once in your life. His hair and beard made him appear like he had a mane which made him appear like a lion.

The transformation is seamless, like slipping into something familiar, something primal. The night air feels sharper, scents stronger, and when I open my eyes, the world is cast in crisp shades of silver and black. We move with the enforcers, the scent of rogues thick in the wind. The raid is swift, brutal. Aries is ruthless. He moves like a storm, tearing through the rogues with a kind of savage precision that would be terrifying if I wasn’t him. The fight doesn’t last long. The rogues flee, the ones left behind either unconscious or dead.

She seemed different, and also seemed to emit a faint radiance under the moon that made her seem ethereal and if not for the dire situation, I would have lost myself admiring this other side of hers. One of the rogues behind Gia was the first to regain its bearing. It shook its head, eyes flaming with bloodlust and madness as its eyes locked into Gia. There was no hint of intelligence whatsoever in its eyes as it looked more like a rapid beast that was let loose. It didn't look like a normal rogue. In fact none of them did. Rogues, although lone and packless, still retained every bit of their human intelligence and emotions. It was only due to the harsh environment of surviving alone that th

the rogue leader sneered, stepping closer and baring yellowed fangs, "kneel and maybe I’ll kill you quickly." "They won't be kneeling to you," I said. My voice cut through the clearing like a guillotine. The rogues spun around, snarling. The homeless wolves looked toward the shadows with wide, hopeless eyes. I stepped out into the moonlight. I still looked like a girl in rags, but I carried the aura of a goddess. "Another one?" the rogue leader barked, his lip curling. "You look like a tasty snack, little Omega. Did you get lost looking for your master?"

Maddox said anxiously and I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at what he just said. "In case you're being blindsided by the mate bond, Maddox, rogues tend to be devious, and some of them like disguising themselves as a fragile and innocent one. You shouldn't judge a rogue by their innocent looks, they're called rogues for a reason and those reasons are not always good." I remind Maddox but his mind seems to be already clouded with great love for his mate and he only believes with the idea that his mate is good and can't do bad things like any other feral rogues.

seeing dark spots in my vision. Vision I'm dead, thinking to myself. It's so dark and I can't see anything. Two eyes come into my sight, feather's start to form. The most beautiful blackest of birds I've ever seen..."I'm a raven....and your familiar. I've waited patiently for you but you weren't ready, I'm not seperate from you. I am you. You can call me Orev. You, my dear come from a long line of those who are gifted. We do not call them witches but those who are gifted. Your ancestors are of indigenous descent and they are always with you."..... "Is that why I sense things so strongly? what about the nightmares?" I ask Orev. "Unfortunately, every gift comes with a curse and that is yours.