Aesthetica Rogue Hero Novels & Stories

The doors pushed open and I peaked through the bookcase to have a clear view of the rogue. The rogue, looked like a savage male version of a Nymph. If he washed up, he'd be actually good looking. But every rogue, had just a few things on their mind- especially an alpha. Sex, Hunt, Kill, or Eat. Like a wild wolf with nowhere specific to run off to. He had white foam running down from his lips, a sign he was rogue. He didn't have an ink of humanity but it won't stop him from shifting freely between forms. There were only a few things that could make an alpha go rogue. My guess would be as good as any of what happened to him. He was butt naked, muscles tone and fit. He had a mirror's shard cutt

A Rogue. A Rogue is a werewolf without a pack. They often kill any werewolf they encounter; may it be a member of a pack or a similar rogue, like them. They are vicious plunderers. And that same vicious plunderer is right in front of me, deviously smiling. “Others cannot dodge my attack so easily like that. You’re quite good, pup.” He praised me, but I don’t feel good that he did so at all. I’m scared. “W-who are you, Mister?” I tried to sound brave, but aside from stuttering, my voice also cracked.

The rogue shakes its head and still doesn’t shift, whining, morosely, as it continues to cower. I follow the aqua thread that is connected to the rogue and quickly breech its mind. Me: ‘You need to shift back now, or I will be forced to kill you.’ Rogue: ‘How...' Me: ‘It’s one of my gifts. Now do as I said.’ Rogue: ‘I can’t shift. I am stuck this way.’ Me: ‘Why?’ Rogue: ‘I can’t tell you.’ Me: ‘You can’t, or you won’t?’

Fen surged beneath his skin, dark claws emerging as he threw the attacker aside. But the rogue didn’t stay down. It rose immediately, shaking off blows that should have shattered ribs. Pain meant nothing to it. Mira felt that unnatural endurance echo in her own marrow, and deep within the bond, Sera whimpered in shared distress. Darius froze for a heartbeat, staring at the creature. The crescent scar on the rogue’s shoulder pulsed with a faint, sickly light beneath the rain. This was no ordinary fighter. It was a vessel emptied of will, animated only by whatever dark ritual had carved that mark into its flesh.

To survive. For herself. For the baby. Yet she couldn't. Not while someone needed help. One of the rogues stepped forward. He was enormous. Nearly seven feet tall in human form. Scars covered his bare arms and neck. His dark eyes narrowed as he studied her. "You should go back inside." His voice was rough. Dangerous. Seraphina tightened her grip on the lantern. "If she's injured, I can help." The rogue laughed. The sound held no humor. "She'll probably die."

Alpha Killan's piercing gaze bore into the rogue's soul, assessing his willpower with a calculating eye. The rogue's face blanched as Alpha's razor-sharp fangs and claws emerged from beneath his skin, a menacing display of dominance that left the rogue trembling in fear. The rogue's throat tightened as he swallowed. The final chapter had arrived, marking the conclusion of the rogue's tale. The Alpha remained deaf to his pleas. Though the rogue longed to offer his prayers to the Moon Goddess, he could not find the courage within himself to do so. The weight of the rogue's doubts and insecurities held him back, leaving him feeling small and insignificant beneath the vast expanse of the night s

“What do you think you can do when you find him, huh? How are you going to do it? You don’t have any weapons or any good skills to fight them.” “I can make weapons, and I’ll learn how to fight. I’ve seen some books in the library, so I can.” Alpha Julius burst into a fit of mocking laughter. “I’m sorry, child, but I don’t think those theories in the library will be of any help.” “I will make them; I will use them, and I will kill my parents' murderer. I don’t want to be a pack wolf; I want to be a rogue and kill those who killed my parents.” I saw no use staying in the pack house and rotting away as a maid running around attending to other people's needs and cleaning after them.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

The rogue was so large and strong that it almost seemed like another species. But Aurora’s fighting skill and her Alpha blood saved her. Although suffered a few deep cuts on her back, she eventually managed to trample on the rogue’s neck. She breathed heavily and bent down to hiss into the rogue’s ear, “Where are the others! How did you cross our border!” Even though he was defeated, the rogue didn’t seem scared at all. He grinned widely flashing his yellow teeth. There was a crazy, thrilling look in his eyes. “What a beauty.”

One of the rogues stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with a menacing intensity, but I retreated. The rogue’s lips curled into a sinister smirk as he glanced back at his companions, a silent signal that communicated their intent. The rogues seemed to revel in my fear, their eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. Their menacing postures and taunting expressions were designed to intimidate. “What do you want from me?” I demanded, my voice trembling slightly despite my attempt to sound brave. Inside, there was a whirlwind of fear, but I refused to let them see my vulnerability. “We just want to have some fun with you, beautiful.” The rogue said, his voice dripping with lust. His gaze was predator