Cursed Rogue Tall Tale Novels & Stories

Such betrayal, but what would you expect from a rogue. Never trust a rogue.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

His eyes gleam as they catch the light—golden, almost feral, reflecting the moon like a predator watching its prey. His chiseled jaw is shadowed with stubble, his dark hair tousled, wild. A black turtleneck clings to his sculpted body, revealing the strength beneath. He looks like trouble. "Who are you?" I demand fists clenched. "A rogue, like you," he says smoothly. "What are you doing here? This is dangerous territory." "Then why are you here?" I snap, backing up. I’ve heard the stories. Rogues have no rules. No loyalties.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “A rogue appeared from the bushes and attacked him immediately. I tried to help, but another rogue jumped out and threatened me. It dragged him into the woods... and I heard his screams. He was being tortured. When they finally ran off, I rushed to him, but he was losing too much blood. I couldn’t save him—” “How do you know they were rogues?” Council Member Michael interrupted. “Uh... I’m not sure. I just assumed they were rogues,” I answered quietly.

The rogue howled, the sound echoing around and ultimately being swallowed up by the snow that increased with every minute. A rogue lunged for Jacob, his teeth finding success in Jacob's side. Jacob kicked him off, feeling the sting at the teeth ripped away from his flesh. Josh would be upset if he knew he got hurt and this motivated Jacob to turn on his tail and pounce on the attacker. He sunk his claws into it's chest before it would stand, lunging his teeth down into the rogue's jugular and ripping away. The injured rogue not yet finished in it's battle lunged again for Jacob. He turned, raising up in time to meet it paw for paw. It was strong, stronger than other rogues Jacob had previous

But as he turned to leave, he whispered words that sank deeply into Edwin’s bones: “You chose pride over honor. You will gain everything and still lose it just as fast as I have. One day, your pack will fall apart, but—not from an outsider’s hand, but from within. Your Luna will bleed, and your heart will break. That is the curse of a rogue in distress.” The rogue spat blood on the ground and disappeared into the shadows. Edwin forgot the man. But the curse remembered him, fully in action, and slowly feeding on him.

It was scary at first but if that was not done they'll all be wiped out. She went back and gathered an antagonism because she knew she alone might not stand a chance against the rouge angle. many were afraid but only a few were bold enough to follow her and also believed her. They all went back to the mountains, deeper into the dark cave where the ruin was all in. They saw a stone and there was an ancient article that was carved on it like a ruin. It took them days to find out what it meant, Seek the darkness, and you shall be granted power.

After the way she frightened me to death, I was certain if she wanted to do something to me, she wouldn’t simply poison me with lemonade. I took a sip; the bubbles tingling my tongue as the sweet cloudy drink trickled down my throat. It was surprisingly good. “There is a rumour of a coven having been marked for darkness. The only way to cure a rogue bite is to kill the rogue whose venom runs in their veins. What makes this tricky is … you need to know what the wolf looks like in human form. But all rogues have a scent.” She wrinkled my nose at me as I shuffled in my seat. I wasn’t a rogue. well technically I guess I was, but as I hadn’t officially broken from my pack … it was a grey area.

As I walk around the great room, it's obvious that certain packs in particular are missing- the Rogue packs. Instead of having different alphas for every pack, they are all run by a king who calls himself "King of the Rogues." I can't help but roll my eyes, anybody who chooses to go by that name probably has a bigger ego than Caleb. Nobody knows what he looks like since few have ever lived after encountering him, his reputation violent and messy. He never shows up to these events despite receiving the invitations. Most alphas would prefer him as a business partner rather than an enemy.

In the past, some of their precognition abilities were so inaccurate that their own clients had them slaughtered for poor fortune-telling. Tate tried not to get too distracted by what he was seeing, and focused on capturing the rogues. With an authoritative howl into the sky, he pounced forward and blocked the rogues’ way, stopping them from running any further. The rogues came to an abrupt halt as they whimpered, an express cry for mercy.