Blossom Bar Rogue River Novels & Stories

Hunt untied the rope from around my hands and once they were free, I rubbed the red rings around my wrists. "So can I leave?" I stood up and as I tried to move around him to get to the door, he caught my wrist and pulled me back. "I can't let you leave." "Why not?" My voice was laced with annoyance. "I did not do anything wrong." "Unfortunately I make a lot of decisions but my pack won't like knowing that we have a rogue on our hands and I'm about to let her loose, especially with all the attacks going around. For all we know," Hunt stepped closer. "You could be the wild rogue just trying to talk yourself out of a sticky situation."

The air was warm and natural, and it seemed as though many had heard, yet none would speak of it as they appeared to have considered it natural. Two days passed since tears had filled eyes and fear had gripped many at their weakest points. And unto the next day, what had happened at night had become a thing of the past as the smiles on faces sprang up out of sorrows of hearts. It seemed as though they had all adapted to the regular torture and torments of a rogued beast as such, evident in the rapid refurbishing of the damaged environments. The phantom's nature was specially chaos, that was knowledge known to all men and child. And its footprints were the massive destruction which could neve

It is. I close my eyes for a second and breathe in through my nose, slow, controlled, the way I’ve done a thousand times when I need to get my shit together. It doesn’t work. The bar still smells like her. Citrus and something warm. It’s faint but it’s there, and my wolf presses forward like he’s trying to chase it. “She’s Arachne’s kid,” I say out loud, low. “That alone is a problem.” “There is no record of her,” he says.

She started pushing Taylor in the direction of the cliffs. "Sam stays with her," Ryan announced before running after the Rogues. Taylor shifted to his wolf, but Aiden did not and kept following in his human form. Ryan and his aides followed the Rogues who seemed to have picked on the scent of their injured comrade. They rushed towards the waterfall and what they saw stumped them. At least eight bodies of the Rogues were scattered across the river bed. Luka was fighting off three wolves and up on the cliff-side, the Rogues were seen climbing up the rocky surfaces of the waterfall. They were trying to reach the human girl who was climbing earnestly to the top. She seemed to be carrying a bundl

However, a few moments later, Alpha Branden together with five of his best warriors, dives into the sea and swims to the bay targeting to enter the mini castle through its back wall. The moment the Rogue Alpha reaches the bay nearby the mini castle's back wall, his nostrils have been suddenly filled with an intoxicating scent of a rose. He inhales farther until the scent reaches his heart, making it hammers like wailing while his wolf, shivers inside and then howls.

I needed to go for a run to clear my head. I didn’t even bother taking my clothes off and just shifted in mid-run towards the woods. I let Maddox take full control and we took off jumping over fallen limbs and rocks. I’m not sure how long we had been running for before we came to a river. It was moving rather slowly, so Maddox went down to take a drink, when we heard twigs snapping across the river. Maddox ears perked up and his nose went towards the sky sniffing the air. Just as a gust of wind blew Maddox caught the scent of a rogue. Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse.

Rose dodged his attack spun around and latched on to his back leg, he let out a yelp before kicking Rose off. The rogue latched onto our back leg and bit down hard making Rose yelp out in pain. When we tried to kick him off, he clenched his jaws tighter causing us to tumble to the ground. I could feel the blood pouring out of my left flank. We thrashed to get him off us. The rogue took that as a chance to try to latch on to our throat, but Rose quickly rolled the opposite direction and he bit into our right shoulder instead. I could feel his teeth puncture past my muscle pushing closer to the bone. Using our front paw, we hit him straight in the nose leaving a gash in his snout catchin

Blake POV After a tense hour of the tracker searching to pick up the rogue’s scent, we had to call it. He had swum far enough that his scent was not traceable. Rosie was standing in front of me with my arms on her shoulders. “I am sorry baby,” I murmur to her. I had not expected he would outrun our warriors. “It is not your fault. They may be rogues but they are not your normal rogues,” she says to me as she looks out at the water. That strikes me as curious. “What do you mean?” I ask her. “They are very strong. Not your substandard rogue,” she says as she continues to stay in my arms. “It was like dealing with a regular Beta, Gamma, or Delta wolf. If it were not for the scent, I

She knew it would be even more beautiful at other times of the year. The recent storm had swollen the stream. In some places it bounced furiously down the rock, sending small splashes of white into the air; in others it gathered into clear pools, where the eddying currents carried dead leaves and other detritus around in spiraling dances. It should have been cold sitting here exposed to the chill breeze, but not with Rave beside her. His heat seemed to seep into the rock, warming her seat almost as if she was sitting on a heated pad. “That's the Moodus River down there,” Rave said. “A mile or so downstream, it flows into the Salmon River. We're not too far from the infamous noises that had y

I put what I am doing to the side and gestured for him to take a seat. "Owen, I need to talk to you about something. I do not want you to take offense, but it's about rogues." I nod. Rogues often give packs trouble; somehow, I am an exception. Probably because I attempt to communicate with the wolf packs and live on neutral territory, it probably also helps that they come to my club. "I am not sure what help I can be," I don't associate with many wolves, other than those who work or are members of the club.