Aesthetica Rogue Hero Novels & Stories

Sweetly I slowly turned around and began to lower to a kneeling position only to swipe out my leg knocking him off balance before standing back up with my foot on the alpha’s throat slowly pressing downwards. "Lastly, I. CANNOT. BE. COMMANDED." I growled, although I still did not have my wolf, I could still sound the part. " for those who want to rely solely on their inherent ability to command rather and gain the trust, loyalty and following of their subordinates then know your audience" I said to the crowd with my foot still pressed to the alpha’s throat. Looking down at him and then back at the crowd I stated, "I am a rogue for all intents and purposes. I do not adhere to commands and thu

He very much wished to finish them all faster and go after the other two jeeps that were on trial of Alpha Ryan. Just as he slammed one of the rouges with a double leg takedown, he saw Luka and Amanda barging in and running after the other jeeps. Aiden breathed a sigh and started to concentrate on the ones standing in front of him. Two rogues lunged at him from behind and locked on his hands pulling at his shoulders, Aiden was practically dragged back, chest going forward when three more tried to get him from the front. He lashed out at knee joint on the one at his right, with his legs. The rogue buckled and fell down; Aiden heaved and threw the one holding his right hand over his shoulder a

I addressed him with a grave tone, "tell me everything you remember about the rogue's appearance and behavior." He winced, his body contorted with pain, yet his eyes reflected unwavering determination. "He was different, Alpha," he began, his voice strained. "His eyes... they glowed with an intensity I've never seen before. And his strength... it was far beyond what any rogue should possess. He fought with a controlled aggression, as if he had been trained for battle. But the most unsettling part was his defiance. No matter how much we pressed him, he refused to shift back." The information gnawed at the corners of my mind, raising more questions than answers. The rogue's unusual abilities a

I can also use it to communicate with others. I slip on my suit jacket and adjust my tie while Mateo places the tracker in my ear. Rogue enters the room a moment later, his face set in a scowl. “Are you sure about this, Apollo? I can go with you if you want.” I quirk a brow at his tone. “Do I look like I’m weak, Rogue?” I ask, gesturing down at my muscular frame. I’m six foot four with golden skin, hair, and eyes. I’m also very fit. I work out, and I keep my skills honed. I’m definitely not a weakling.

Her voice was soft but louder than before. “You’re welcome, my love.” I knelt next to the tub, “I know you have a lot of questions. To tell you the truth, I don’t know where to begin.” Taking a deep sigh, “I am a wolf shifter. We typically live in packs like Derrick’s. He is an alpha or leader. My father was one; he was betrayed by his second in command, his brother. He poisoned then challenged my father, knowing my father was weak to defend himself. That lead to his death. My mother was seven months pregnant with me at the time and was exiled out of the pack. Because of that, I don’t have a pack. Since I was raised outside of a pack and don’t have any real territory, I am less aggressive th

Arthur had felt their presence like an instinct he couldn’t explain. “I… I tried to stop them.” But it had been too late. They would never abandon their comrades to their deaths. All Arthur could do was go after them and try to kill as many rogues as he could. Didn’t know how many rogues there were, but he knew that the patrol members would be in trouble. They fought fiercely, ripping and tearing through the rogues in practiced patterns. A rogue was only at an advantage against one werewolf because rogues were fierce and irrational beasts. Against teams of three, a rogue lost the advantage of being unpredictable as the three werewolves could cooperate.

We were actually being treated like part of the pack and not just the weak servants. All because our incredible Rogue Queen wanted better for our people. She was simply astonishing. She was my hero. I never had the guts to take part in any of the warrior trials, besides, I was far too young until now, but I often daydreamed of fighting for the rights of others the same way our queen once did.

Kai POV The rogues hit like a storm unleashed from the very fog itself. Dozens of them, lean and feral, bursting from the treeline with silver-tipped claws glinting in the dying light. Their eyes glow an unnatural crimson, pupils slit like serpents, dilated with a hunger that’s more curse than instinct. They move with horrifying coordination, darting in pairs and threes, cutting through the mist like arrows aimed straight for Liora. Atlas roars inside me, the sound tearing out of my throat as I shift mid-stride, bones snapping and reforming in a blaze of silver-tipped black fur. I launch myself at the lead rogue, jaws clamping around its throat with bone-crushing force. Hot blood sprays acro

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.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.