Clone Trooper Dogma Novels & Stories

They rarely get close to the edge of the forest, where humans live. The dog was very obedient and followed behind the owner, but the dog's hunch forced him to turn his head to look at the bush again. The girl with the sexy body stepped out of the bush, and all around was the darkness. She doesn't have a piece of cloth on her. The white hair is up to shoulder length, but even more special is the pointed white ears. The dog went from a state of vigilance to a normal state of docility, as if it had learned something from the girl.

The hunters let go of her, trembling in fear at the uproar in the woods and just then, a big black wolf stormed out, his eyes flickering silver was piercing deeply at them. “ It is the Rogue Alpha”. They shiver at the mention of his name. “ Run! ”. One of them announced before running away while the others also took to their heels as fast as their legs could go. But it was the Rogue Alpha, who was brutal and never set his prey free. He charged towards them, and in just a few steps, he grabbed both of them with both his hands and shredded them to pieces. Karen who was forced to the ground while they ran for their life tried to get up, but her limbs felt numb, no matter how much she tried, she

He wants me to be his breeder, since my wolf is a rare descendant from the Moon Goddes herself. My wolf was snow white with charcoal spots all over and pure golden eyes. I loved Zoe, she has always been the gentle soul, caring and still courageous. My thoughts snapped back to reality when I heard my brother's bones snap. He had beaten two of the three wolves, when the third wolf grabbed his neck and broke it. My whole world crashed at that very sight. I was stunned to a point that I didnt realize Alpha Keeram has grabbed my hair, he pulled me off the bed and dragged me by my silwer hair across the floor to the front door.

Fueled by adrenaline, Nora flung the rogue off her, throwing it over her head and rushing to her feet. She needed a plan. The rogue was definitely trained for combat and she wasn't so, it was up to Nora to come up with tricks to win. Letting the rogue get away was not an option so Nora swallowed her pride and howled at the top of her lungs. Realizing that she was calling for backup, the rogue ran for its life but it was limping now from when Nora had thrown it off her. She chased after it and pounced on its back, pushing it to the ground. She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf.

She made herself believe that they loved her. But now, she knew where she belonged. These wolves that they hated with a passion accepted him. As kids they were made to hate rogues. And at the same time, they were told the most dangerous rogues of all were the Rogue Alpha's rogues from Dead Groove. She let a beautiful smile brace her lips, putting her hands in her mate's, ready for whatever the day had to offer her. This was her last day in the Dead Groove. Lupus didn't want her to stay longer, as much as he hated Laureffaine being with Lupus, this was the only way to protect her from his enemies.

"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 alpha barked his order and his men shouted their agreements. As the fight went on, suddenly Claire called for a retreat and her warriors ran back. But this time, the rogues didn’t hesitate before following them. But Claire and her warriors didn’t stop at their camp. They kept on running and the rogues, who were high in their determination to catch Claire, just continued to chase them. Even when they reached the place where they had previously ambushed the Ashwood pack warriors, the rogues didn’t realise that they were being lured into a trap.

Well, they’ll learn we’re a tougher nut to crack than they think. Liam’s wolf growls as one of the rogues swipe his side, leaving superficial wounds. Midnight barrels the enemy to the ground, clamping down on his neck and suffocating him. Another rogue jumps us as we’re occupied and tries to do the same to us, but we let the one dying go, rolling off of him and throwing the rogue off our back in the movement. The rogues jump to its feet, joined by two friends, and they growl a warning. Midnight growls back, moving so he is back to back with Liam’s wolf. The remaining rogues circle us, their eyes crazy, foam at their mouths. One jumps too early, and Midnight swipes him under his belly, deeply

I lay on the gas, make a couple jumps and I’m close enough. I raise the gun back up and line up my sights when I see something beyond the rogue. It’s a territory marker. Shit. We’ve reached the pack lands. I can’t risk the shot now. My only hope is to keep chasing him in case he turns back and gives me another chance. Maybe I can turn him around if I get a good enough angle on him. I’d be screwed if one of my shots ended up hitting one of the pack wolves. Normal tranquilizers won’t do anything but these are special. Made specifically to knock out the wolf side and put the human side to sleep. No wolf means no extra strength, speed, or increased healing capabilities. Much easier to work with

I burst into the clearing behind the cabin just as three wolves emerge from the trees. Not Silvermoon. Not Bloodmoon. Rogues—I can tell by the wildness in their eyes, the way they move like they've forgotten what pack means. But they're not random. They're here for the box. Maya stands between them and the cabin door, a knife in each hand, blood dripping down her arm. "Maya!" I start toward her. Damian gets there first. He shifts mid-stride, his wolf slamming into the largest rogue, teeth sinking into its throat. The other two hesitate—just for a second—and Maya moves.