Novel & Cerita Cursed Rogue Tall Tale

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

Aspen asked her after a moment of silence. “Nothing really. Something about supplies and rogues but he didn’t explain much.” Aspen nodded slightly as he thought to himself for a moment. There was a delicate line, he knew, between telling Adira enough information to stop her from asking questions and telling her too much, putting her in danger from people and forces she didn’t even know existed yet. “It’s complicated, Adira. Life for people like us, werewolves that is, it’s not looking good right now. There is a lot of fighting, a lot of dangers we face, and our missions try to ease some of that suffering.”

Sola’s revelation began to sink in. Eloise and George stared at Mrs. Sola, their eyes widening in stunned disbelief. The weight of the old healer’s revelation pressed down on them like a sudden storm. A curse? The word echoed harshly in the quiet bamboo hut, stripping away any lingering hope that this might be a simple haunting. “How… how could I be cursed?” Eloise asked, her voice trembling with astonishment. “We never harmed anyone. My family kept to themselves. Why would anyone do this to me?”

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

the rogue growled, stepping back from Kendra, as his eyes flashed red. His combat stance didn’t intimidate Kendra. The brunette smirked slyly at the rogue. “I see you have heard of me,” she muttered casually, extracting one of the knives from her pants. The rogue's eyes shifted nervously to the sharp blade. Every Rogue knows about the huntress. The brunette before him is infamous. Infamous for killing his kind. “What do you want?” He demanded, pushing his voice to a high pitch to mask his fear. No rogue has had the better side of the huntress. They always meet their doom, and he is not looking to die tonight.

“They’ll come for you, Lily. You can’t outrun them forever,” I peered out of the window, studying the Rogues chasing after me. A chill ran down my spine as it dawned on me the real identity of these rogue wolves. They weren’t random rogues out for an easy meal – they had small cuts on the left side of their ears… they were known as “The Crawler”.

I didn't dare tell her my real name. Taran Evernight. The name that bore a curse. How I wish I was not Taran the rogue, but just a normal "Al", who could get close to her and touch her and make her mine. "You are a rogue..." Willa whispered. She had the most beautiful purple eyes like grapes in summer, but now they were flocked in tears right now. Tears of fear. "I don't belong to any pack, I guess that makes me a rogue," I lied in a haste, "But I won't hurt you! I can't shift!"

Kaden immediately grabbed the rogue by the collar and slammed him harder into the wall, and the sound of it made one of the nearby warriors wince. “You really have a death wish,” Kaden stated. “You came into my house, you ran toward my child, and you still want to act brave.” The rogue sneered up at him, and I could hear the shake under it now. “I only see a pack that lets a woman run the room.” My wolf rose high inside me. Tara’s growl rolled out of my chest so fast it startled even me, and the rogue froze hard, every bit of fight draining out of him in one ugly second.

We stand still as the growl keeps getting louder and louder. Several wolves with brown matted fur and red eyes surround us with ears perked up , teeth barred and saliva dripping from their mouth "You have to run ," Tara whispers as we stare directly at the rogues . "I can't leave you,"I plead .I know I'm weaker than Tara but there is no way I was going to leave her here alone fighting the rogue . One of the rogues shift into a tall skinny man with unruly hair and a full black beard He laughs darkly as he comes closer.

"One way or another." The rogues gathered, their growls evolving into a low chant. One a lanky, wild-eyed man with yellowed teeth dipped his fingers into a clay bowl and retrieved a thick, black paste. The foul smell, reminiscent of death and sour herbs, filled the air as he spread it on my leg wound. The instant sting was sharp and overwhelming, spreading through me like wildfire. I jerked against the vines, but they constricted tighter, the thorns digging in deeper. Another rogue seized my face, forcing my jaw open, while Kain held a wooden cup filled with a bitter, dark liquid. "Drink," he commanded, tipping it toward my lips.