Clone Trooper Dogma Novels & Stories

Alpha Jonas of Eldergrove asked him, leaning forward. Carl frown at him, not enjoying being called a fake alpha. Instead of addressing the insult, he said, “We’ve respected these talks are for peace and came here in good faith, but the rogues haven’t.” “How so?” the lycan king demanded. “Yesterday, several rogue soldiers tried to invade the peace talks. It’s obvious they don’t want peace, but war and strife. All they want with these peace talks is to lower our guard so they can hit us harder.”

He goes to snap for her neck when I blast him 20 feet into the air. He lands with a thud and doesn’t move. Leahs wolf stumbles to its feet and heads for me. I’m so distracted I don’t see the rogue stalking me from my right until he attacks his claws cut into my arm before he’s ripped off and his body lands with its neck at an angle that says he’s dead. Lucas grey wolf release it’s hold on the rogue and steps towards me sniffing my arm. “I’m ok” he doesn’t seem to believe me but he put his snout against Leahs wolf checking her injuries. The fight around us gets more viscous as wolves from both sides join. Lucas gaze snaps up and he gestures with his muzzle and takes off running. What? Leah fo

one of the green-sludge-covered rogue Alphas shrieked, his voice distorted by the human silver-serum pumping through his deformed muscles. He lunged forward, his claws extended toward Clara, entirely ignoring the five ancient giants standing in his path. Before the rogue could even close half the distance, Dominic’s midnight-black wolf intercepted him mid-air. The clash was brutal, animalistic, and entirely short-lived. Dominic’s jaws clamped around the rogue’s throat with the crushing force of a hydraulic press.

Plenty of time for us to infiltrate the pack and find Maddie. All is quiet when we arrive on territory. We emerge from the tree line, making a direct approach on the packhouse, when suddenly, hundreds upon hundreds of rogues spill out of the packhouse and nearby bunkers. Crap! They knew we were coming. But these wolves, we don’t hesitate in taking out, permanently. Most rogues work as mercenaries and they go for the kill, every time. Now, so do we. As I am fighting off six rogues at once, I feel someone pushing on my link. Reluctantly, I open it, trying to not let it distract me.

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.

Ryan has already surrounded the mansion with their guards. Outside, the armed men surged forward like a dark tide, their movements swift and calculated. They spread out around the mansion, a well-coordinated assault aimed at dismantling Rajeev's defenses. The guards, once confident in their numbers, now found themselves outmatched, falling one by one to the relentless onslaught. The sharp crack of gunfire punctuated the air, mingling with the shouts of men caught in the throes of battle. Each confrontation was brutal and swift; the sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed through the mansion. Neil, battered and bruised, slowly rose from the ground, the metallic taste of blood lingering on h

"We don't have to hold them forever. We just have to hold them until—" The outer wall exploded. Sera's envoy corps poured through the breach, their blades flashing. Rook led them, his dark eyes wild with battle fury. "Found the backup," Rook shouted. "Took a while. The swamp is a maze." The facility was breached. The soldiers fell. The children were lifted and carried toward the exit, their dazed gold eyes blinking in the sudden light. Tide appeared among the rescuers, her scarred hands gentle as she gathered the Delta pups into her arms.

Is he still hiding like a rat or did he already command his troops to attack? ‘‘Really?’’ Gento was ecstatic, hearing that he had been pardoned by her. His eyes shine brightly as one could see how much relieved he had become. So, afraid that she would change her mind, he immediately answered what she was asking for, ‘‘The troops are already on the move. They're now attacking the Savage Tyranny pack territory and burning everything into ashes.’’ There was a moment of pause before he continued, ‘‘On the other hand, the Rogue Alpha is currently fighting Lawrence, the Alpha of Savage Tyranny pack, as well as his people.’’

My off-road vehicle tore across the border line, but I didn't head toward the bustling human cities. Instead, I turned the wheel toward the one place every werewolf feared to tread: Death Valley. There, I found them. A pack of Rogues, cast out and exiled by their former tribes. They were a sorry sight—missing legs, blinded eyes, dressed in rags that barely clung to their emaciated frames. Their eyes held nothing but hollow despair. In my last life, I wasted my White Wolf gifts playing the dutiful housewife, cooking soup for two ungrateful Alphas.

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.