Aesthetica Rogue Hero Novels & Stories

Feel the wind on my skin , feel my power swirling inside of me and Nala’s fear that we might be dying. After awhile I’m able to open my eyes and my sight and hearing rushes back. I’m confused for a moment and my body is weak. There’s a heaviness on my chest restricting my breathing. Memories flood back and I remember where I am and the rogue I’ve been hunting. Panicked I glance down to find a dead man laying across my chest. Killing the rogue forces it to shift back to human form. I groan and struggle to roll him off me , my body had already started to heal thanks to my wolf but I would definitely be sore tomorrow. Once I’ve successfully rolled him off me and staggered to my feet I look down

“I still have to survive the council first. I don’t know much about your world, but it’s obvious that rogues are not liked. I didn’t realize before that I wasn’t only protecting my freedom, I was also breaking your laws.” I might as well begin using the lies needed to build my innocent image. His eyes stayed sharp, and I was not sure he believed me. “Rogues are usually trouble. Without the stability of a pack, they lose control of their beasts. We were not created to live alone. It affects the animal’s instincts and mind. But you are very different. You are one of the most stable rogue shifters I’ve ever seen who has lived without a pack since a young age. I think you’ll be fine.”

She and Vanessa looked so much alike that no one would doubt she was twenty-two. She paused near the treeline and watched the city before her. This was where she had always wanted to be. Jessica shifted and quickly dressed in dark-wash tight jeans, black high-heeled boots that hit the middle of her knee, and a low-cut black blouse that left little to the imagination. The fabric was just sheer enough to let a hint of her lace bra peek through. Jessica fluffed her long blonde hair with her hands and applied more makeup than she could ever remember wearing. She loved the look; her parents would hate it, and that was just what she wanted.

"Surely... there is an error? My alpha protector is a peaceful leader." The rogue sneers, pulling a thick roll of heavy tactical tape from his belt. Before Jone can weave another sentence, the rogue slaps the adhesive over Jone's mouth, cutting off his ability to manipulate the conversation. "Let us begin the chronicle," the rogue whispers crazily, hoisting a graphic pack record photo showing a mutilated wolf corpse. "Let us discuss the rogue commander whose limbs Michael Jackson personally severed and left for the crows." Jone stares at the image through narrowed eyes, his inner wolf completely unmoved by the blood. If that rogue had threatened the Silverclaw borders, Jone only regrets that

The dew-covered grass appears to be covered in a layer of silver as the light from the moon above reflects off the dewdrops. I almost sigh in relief at the sight of it. But a shadow flickers on the ground and I freeze, my bow already poised and ready to shoot. The all-too familiar black leather with the silver raven emblem of the rogues stitched into the back comes into view, making my head spin. A rogue called me here. . . It’s clearly a male from the broadness of the shoulders and the cropped dark hair. Blood soaks his left arm, and I could see from the way the shoulders heave with each breath that he is in pain.

I Arrived at the shadow-core pack’s main driveway, I got a call from Gary Saithe telling me to get my ass over here, Gary is A Vampire -werewolf hybrid known as Alpha to his band of misfit rogues that he likes to keep as pets, his pack was no laughing stock nor to be taken lightly as all pack leaders feared him but Mostly Feared the rogues that he took in as his own members - they were a different sort of breed, not just one race. But a mixture of good and bad. - I killed the Roaring engine to my black sports car and stepped out of the driver’s side straightening out my matching black suit that fitted around me so well. A lingering scent hung in the passing breeze, I took a deep breath inhal

To bad he would not be able to help me escape, he must be loyal to his Alpha or he would be kicked out of the pack and end up turning rogue. Which meant no leader and other packs kill rogue on sight due to their lawlessness and no loyalty. They are like rodents eating your vegetables in the garden. No one liked rogues. Funny enough that is what I was, my brother and parents. We had to leave our pack behind because of Alpha Keeram, many packs feared him. Unfortunately mine was one of them, my Alpha Jake feared him so much so, that he was going to hand me over like a present. That's why we had no other choice but to go rogue and hide.

Luke tried to keep a straight face as replied, “I believe Leana would be the perfect person to answer that question.” His mother chuckled again. “I see she has taken a liking to your mate.” She paused for some seconds as they kept on walking, before asking, “What is her name?” “Eleanor.” What a pretty name. “What happened? Why did such a pretty girl become a rogue?” “She lost her family to a rogue attack. The same rogue attack.” His mother’s ambience immediately changed. “Well that’s sad,” she said, but it was obvious she was more angry than sad. “And what was her plan as a rogue?”

“Before I make you.” The Rogue, however, wasn’t perturbed. He chuckled again, revealing two missing bottom teeth. His sinewy neck, tanned and leathered from days spent in the sun, was covered in faded tattoos. “Oh, really, princess?” he snarled. “Wanna bet?” “Yeah. I’ll bet.” In an instant, we were on each other. But while the Rogue’s movements were erratic and out of balance, I found my feet firmly planted in a fighting stance, my fists raised, my body easily maneuvering around the Rogue’s punches.

Serena replied and I leaned on my back. “What strategies, this is a rogue kingdom, independent of every kingdom, every kingdom council or committee, you are bound to go to war with hundreds of other kingdoms, very few kingdoms are on good terms with you kingdom and some of the few? Power made them succumb so if you think about it for a while, it doesn’t even count” I explained and Serena stared at me in surprise for a few seconds before nodding her head “You are right but don’t underestimate the Berg soldiers, they have a lot of things up their sleeves” Serena replied and I shrugged. “They had better have something up their sleeves” I said and Serena laughed.