Cursed Rogue Tall Tale Novels & Stories

The rogue looked exhausted now like whatever strength brought him here was fading quickly. Still…his eyes sharpened when he looked at me again. “You truly don’t know,” he continued. I remained expressionless. “Know what?” The rogue swallowed slowly. “The Silver Wolf.” “Speak carefully,” I warned. The rogue nodded once. “There are stories older than kingdoms,” he said hoarsely. “Stories rogue packs pass down when royal bloodlines try to erase them.” I said nothing. The rogue continued. “They speak of a wolf touched by silver moonlight. Neither fully Lycan nor fully werewolf.”

“How did this rogue get to her? I made bloody sure that she didn’t leave my territory. Why did she let him take her away? He’s a rogue with no prospects or future. If he thinks mating with her will get him into my pack, he’s got another thing coming. Where did this fool come from? Nita, do you know a Tyler, who’s a rogue?” That was a surprise. He didn’t normally speak directly to her. Russell didn’t want to know a thing about what went on in his head. She’d learned that quickly, right at the beginning. Anita released his shaft from her mouth so she could speak. “Tyler? Not that I know of. But there have been several strangers in town. Very tough looking guys. All scars and muscles. Leather j

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.

Unlike how I found him unconscious and butt naked. "Why did you leave your pack, Peyton?" He questions, eyes never leaving mine. "Stepping foot into this land as an exiled wolf makes you nothing but a rogue. And we do kill rogues, or lock them up because they're never to be trusted." The lines on his forehead are furrowing as he makes this known to me.

The town on the lake is built over the rival tribes land. Legend has it the first Alpha was driven mad by the curse, taking members of his pack into the caves. He used a mixture he procured from another witch to hold them in wolf form then skinned them alive in an attempt to sever the tie to the human form. It didn’t work but generations continued the ritual as a form of punishment or torture. They say you can hear the screams of their victims echoing through the caves and their spirits dance on the lake on foggy nights. Alpha Aiden joined us, looking the group over he seemed displeased but stopping on Micco he signed and seemed ready. “Micco, lead the way.”

His Wolf growled angrily, the sound rocking his brain before it fell silent. "Ask your questions." He told her more coldly than he intended. Amira raised a brow at him, adjusting the skirt of her dress as she folded her legs over one another. "Right." She cleared her throat as she casted her gaze out over the still water, "How many of you are there?" She asked him, getting straight to the point. "Excuse me?" "How many Rogues live here?" She rephrased her question. "Rogues?" He questioned, "Right, I guess that is what am, isn't it? There's only three of us. My mom, grandpa and myself."

my father's voice boomed over the speakers. I grabbed a jacket, ready to run for the safe room. But as soon as I opened my door, a huge figure blocked my path. A rogue stood at the end of the hall, staring at me with greed. "The little princess of the Crescent Moon," he licked his lips. "I hear your blood can strengthen a wolf's soul? Let me have a taste." I took a step back, my heart pounding. The rogue’s scent hit me like a physical blow—he was strong, at least a Beta.

Symbols carved deep into the stone glimmered faintly, like embers holding their breath. The rogue stepped closer—then stopped. He sniffed. Twice. The grin faltered. “What’s that smell—” Too late. The forest ripped open. Shadows tore like wet paper caught in firelight. And something stepped through. Not a man. Not a wolf. Not a beast. Something that had been all three— and decided none were enough. Steel whispered once. Then sang. --- The first rogue opened his mouth—only for his throat to split clean from ear to collar. Blood sprayed the altar. He fell twitching at my feet, eyes still trying to focus.

The female who smelled like warmth and want and something he couldn't name was inside that structure, and every instinct he possessed screamed at him to go to her. To claim her. The thought rose savage and sudden, and he shook his head, confused by its intensity. Claim? He'd never claimed anything. He was a rogue, a wanderer, a wolf without pack or place or purpose. Claiming was for alphas, for wolves with territory and status and the right to take. But the instinct didn't care about logic. It just wanted. He forced himself to stay still. To watch. To wait. Time passed. He wasn't sure how much — time moved differently when you were hunting, and this felt like hunting, even though he wasn't s