Aesthetica Rogue Hero Novels & Stories

But my heart beat with determination, steady as a war drum, a silent oath that I'd keep fighting for all that I cherished. The rogue's snarl diminished, swallowed by the brilliant luminescence that was, in turn, my triumph and endurance, Aura's strength. Her presence swelled within, vast and infinite, vanquishing my fears as the rogue's life force waned. At last, with one final shuddering cry, the dark rogue dissipated into blinding light, scattering into wisps of harmless smoke. The world seemed to exhale as silence wrapped around us like a lullaby, a reprieve from chaos.

This was not Tristan. Athena challenged him. “You are the rogue on the loose!” “What if I am?” The wolf answered. “I have the order of the Ironclaw Shadows to bring you in.” the rogue sneered at her in defiance. “How can a mere she wolf like you arrest me?” he growled. “Try me.” Athena said as she launched at him. The rogue was surprised at her strength and speed. A tussle proved that Athena was indeed a warrior and the starving rogue easily gave up.

the apparent leader says. “What do you want rogue?” I ask him. “You know what we want, and it is only a matter of time before you hand her over,” the rogue replies. “And why would I do that?” I ask him. “She is the prize. Giving us her, will bring peace back to your Pack,” he says ominously. “I will not give up my mate,” I say to him. Losing Jenna is not an option for me. I cannot lose her. She means too much to me. “She was never meant to be yours,” the rogue says. “The Moon Goddess would suggest otherwise,” I say to him. “There are prices to be paid that even the Moon Goddess cannot understand,” he says before he turns to leave.

I said. As they haul the rogue away, I look to my mate. Her fur is covered in blood but I don’t care. “You both are incredible fighters.” As I run my hand through her fur. “I will make sure you and Cronos have your time together too beautiful. Can you shift for me so I can talk to Rebel?” Roxie licks my face and then steps back and pulls a shift. When Rebel appears in front of me, she is completely covered in blood. “Do you always get attacked by this many rogues Austin?” She asks, looking around like she is trying to make sure there are no more threats. She thinks like a beta and fights like an Alpha. I’m still reeling at how amazing she was during the fight.

She clenched her fists, fighting against the pull he had on her. “You came to see me,” the rogue said, his voice low and gravelly, like it had been shaped by years of raw, unrestrained rage. “I didn’t think you’d be so… beautiful.” Raya’s breath caught in her throat. Her heart raced, but she refused to let him see how much his words affected her. “I came here to find answers,” she said, her voice sharp. “Nothing more.” The rogue chuckled darkly, his gaze flicking down to her lips before returning to her eyes. “Answers? From me?” He took a slow step forward, his presence overwhelming, his form radiating danger. “You might find more than you bargained for, Queen Raya.”

He circled around me carefully, staying just out of reach of my teeth. "Shift," he commanded. I bared my teeth at him. "I said shift." His voice was harder now. Alpha tone. The kind of voice that was supposed to make wolves obey. My wolf wanted to listen. Every instinct in my body wanted to submit and shift and do whatever this man said. But I was not some pack wolf who had been trained to obey since birth. I was a rogue. I had survived twenty years by not submitting to anyone. And if I shifted now, I would be naked. In front of two strange men. In a dungeon.

A fallen rogue is an individual who has succumbed to negativity and can be extremely hazardous. Their putrid odor is not only lethal, but they also resemble a zombie with no signs of sanity. It is nearly impossible to approach them, except for a genuine companion who can pierce through the darkness in their heart. A true companion is the only hope that can lead them out of the abyss, no matter how far they have fallen called true mate. “That will be difficult.” Angel sighed before he glance at Mira who gave her a reassuring smile.

Jax continues. "Maybe but we just can't leave it be now. At least this way it's not opened and when it does heal, it's all together." I motion for the nervous rogue to come closer. If he had the energy to argue, he could hold both sides together so my impromtu suture could be better.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

Aesthelia managed to retort back, but her voice shook nervously as the rogue towered over her. Aesthelia's words are interrupted as her jaw drops at what happened next. Gior managed to swiftly flip over the rogue. He pinned him down until the rogue growls turned into whimpers and then rogue howls, as if calling for another who might be nearby. "At least I distracted him. Don't take all the credit, " Aesthelia said, noticing Gior's glare her way. At that moment, the rogue tried to loosen Gior's grip. The rogue raised his claws so forcefully that it made Gior take a step backwards, and that ended with him getting wounded by that single movement.