Aesthetica Rogue Hero Novels & Stories

I ask ignoring his statement. “I want your mate,” he replies confidently. I look at him and burst out laughing, “She is not interested,” I reply. He smirks. “She will be if she knows what is good for her,” he taunts. “Are you threatening my mate?” I ask stepping closer to the rogue. “It is a promise. She will want to come with me; I can help her,” he says as he stands taller. “She does not need your help. She is perfect as she is,” I reply. “Agreed she is beautiful, but she could be stronger. She could have a strong wolf. Answers would be given to her as to why she was chosen,” the Rogue says.

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.

A rusty smug laugh echoed in the clearing as the Alpha Rogue came walking out from between his feral animal soldiers. He had shifted into his human form, dressed in a green and tan camouflage combat uniform. His bare arms were muscular and covered in scars and unhealed wounds. Nueva could tell he had been a handsome man once, but life would have been hard after turning Rogue. He smelt putrid and evil; not belonging to a pack left its mark everywhere, even in human form. "So, you solved my riddle, little she-wolf." He chuckled arrogantly, running a dirty hand through his unkempt dark hair.

Do not let them through! Despite the chaos, we were holding. Barely. Every time we pushed the rogues back, they surged forward again, driven by some unseen force. They weren’t fighting like wolves - they were fighting like pawns, mindless and relentless. I twisted mid-air to avoid another rogue, landing on my feet and snapping my jaws around its leg. A sickening crunch followed, and the rogue yelped, scrambling away. But there was no time to celebrate the small victory. Another wave of minions was charging, their glowing eyes a horrifying reminder of Andromeda’s dark magic.

She could feel her breath hitch with every glimpse of a fallen pack member, each loss a stab to her heart. Athena's eyes narrowed as she observed something rather disturbing. The rogues inexplicable ability to heal before the warriors could do much damage to them, became painfully evident. The warriors of her pack fought with determination, teeth bared and claws unsheathed, yet their efforts seemed futile. The rogues, wounded by the attacks, regenerated at a supernatural pace, rendering the battle almost one-sided.

"We have to deal with the rogue. He is of no use to us now, but he is too dangerous to keep around." "Very well Red, what do you intend to do about it?" "This." I throw the dagger that is in my hand, across the room and impale the Rogue with it. The blade pierces his heart, killing him instantly, I turn back to Hades, but he is staring at me concerned. "How is it so easy for you to deal a killing blow?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, when we first met, you immediately tried to heal me, whereas any other human would have killed me. But now, you make the choice to kill someone, without asking questions about your actions."

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.

said Rogue with a growl that seemed to rumble his chest but at the same time Leo heard a sort of helpless exasperation in his tone " Or else ?" " You are wrong ! " said Rogue as he stepped back giving Leo his space to finally breath with ease , he seriously didn't want to be on tomorrow's gossip news with headlines like ' A dangerous vagabond seduces the Crown Prince with his dangerously gorgeous looks ', what ? He was hopelessly gorgeous and he knows it . Have you seen these popping muscles ?

Even if it is dinner with the enemy. My plan. Eric had my parents killed when I was eight years old. If my mother didn’t hide me away so I could escape, I would have been dead too. I spent my life as a rogue, learning all I could to survive. I had learned of a newer pack that had formed. The Red Moon Pack. Their Alpha, Ryan Blackstock, had a son around my age. No one had ever seen his son. When I learned that Eric had sent for a meeting with the new Alpha, I quickly intercepted the message and decided to pose as the new Alpha’s son, Bryce, here to speak to the Alpha on my father’s behalf.. My goal is to get close to Eric, convince him to be our ally and once I have gained his trust, de

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.