Cursed Rogue Tall Tale Novels & Stories

“And of course, you don’t want to mark me because you don’t want to take your throne back.” “I don’t know what I want to do yet. I have no support. No army. It’s not that easy.” “What about these rogues Monty spoke about? What is a rogue anyway?” “A rogue is a packless wolf. It’s not that easy. Rogues aren’t warriors. By the time I have them trained and ready for a war, Caspian would know and we’d all be dead. Well, not you and me…we’d only wish we were dead.”

I crawled out of the tiny cave I’d hidden in for days, trembling, starving, desperate for anything—berries, roots, water. I just wanted something to eat or drink, just something to keep me alive a little longer, and I was so focused on that search that I didn't hear movement behind me, not until he struck me from behind. I hit the ground so hard the air vanished from my lungs. Before I could even roll over, a hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back. It was a male rogue. From his smell, I could tell he wasn't an alpha, not even close, but he was cruel in that ugly, hungry way rogues get when they’ve been living on nothing but desperation.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

I bowed my head in defeat. "Why must you be so cruel to me?" BANG! I felt thick liquid pour onto my lap and my heart stopped for a moment. In front of me was a tall muscular man with long dirty brown hair and light brown eyes. His face was graceful but… in his right hand was the rogue from earlier who was taunting me. The muscles in his face were scrunched up and his head was bleeding. "Finally," The man spoke and I felt my body tingle with goosebumps. "I find my kill." With that, he crushed the man's head with his fist and it exploded, leaving behind splatters of blood as he tossed the body aside.

He didn’t hear anyone coming from the village fast enough to be of help, but he heard Arthur growling and the familiar sounds of blood splashing on the ground coming from the northern side of the village. He turned towards the north well. A rogue howled in pain as Arthur ripped its paws off with a terrible snapping sound. The rogue stumbled on the nubs of its legs and Arthur slammed it to the ground with a swipe of his paw. Not far away lay the body of another rogue in a pool of blood. How had they gotten so far into the village unnoticed? How many were there?

“So you’re telling me rogues are cursed?” I wanted to hit my head against a wall. I should have known a person like Felicity would lie about even her academic prowess. “The goddess cursed rogues? Where did you learn this?” “It’s in ‘Rogues 101.’ I’m serious.” As she mentioned the ridiculous book title, I pulled out my phone to search for it on the internet. Surprisingly, it existed. “The goddess cursed all destroyers with a madness that is incurable.”

“Alpha Rheagor is said to buy slaves annually. He's obsessed and doesn't mind passing the tradition to his son. He's ruthless and the son... He's said to have killed the greatest rogue alive.” Fear slithered through me like smoke. “It pains me that you have to go so quickly but I know I could only wish. For an omega with such vibrant, unique features, my chance of ever having the feel of your kind is rare.” Doom added, but I was too preoccupied with my shaking thoughts to care. The man who was able to kill the Rogue king. I have heard the stories and now... My fate is taking me there. I didn't know when we reached another building. A different design from the ‘holding’ and the auction hall.

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

A rogue—tall, scarred, with eyes that gleamed red in the flickering light—emerged from the haze. I shifted mid-stride, bones snapping, muscles tearing, the pain as sharp and familiar as breathing. Erebus exploded from within me, claws raking the floor as he launched himself forward with a howl of pure rage. The rogue didn’t stand a chance.

Okay, so werewolves sometimes walk around naked after shifting, but I couldn’t for the life of me imagine people walking about naked in such a sacred place! I pulled the covers tightly around my body and started looking around the room. I was just about to peek into one of the cupboards when the door opened, making me nearly jump out of my skin! The moment our eyes met, it was as if everything finally made sense. The huge bulky wolf had the same eyes that I had! “Alison!” He gasped before closing the gap between us and pulling me into his arms. His scent was strong! He was a rogue. Was that why they left me at the orphanage? I pushed out of his grip and frowned.