Emerald Rogue Mystery Man Novels & Stories

What will it take to find this man? “The only thing we know is that he’s not a rogue,” the man says, and several people nod in agreement. “He’s from an established pack.” Unknown POV A growl falls from my lips as my partner makes me angrier. “You wanted her gone, and she will be,” I tell him. “My son is looking for you, even searching the rogue lands for people who have seen you,” he tells me, his tone worried. I roll my eyes. Going to the rogues won’t help Ethan. There’s nothing those mangy dogs know that will give him clues as to who I am. They’ve never seen me, only random messengers that mysteriously died soon after they delivered my instructions.

It looked ordinary, harmless even, but my gut twisted at the sight of it. “It was supposed to be a surprise, okay? Why are you all so worked up? And on top of that, why do you have my pictures? Are you spying on me or something?” he yelled, his voice cracking with frustration. “You idiot! The guy you dealt with is a rogue,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. “A rogue? What are you talking about? I met him, and he had a normal scent. How do you know that?” he argued, his voice rising.

A strange looking man whose face was wearing thick scraggly beards, covered on both sides, long and a bit wrinkled. I wringed my eyes, forcing out the tears in them. But none seemed to be let out. After a quick thought, I muttered.. Rogue…? Am I a rogue..? But who is a rogue? Questions kept flooding my mind and popping from my mouth. But only to myself.

A strange looking man whose face was wearing thick scraggly beards, covered on both sides, long and a bit wrinkled. I wringed my eyes, forcing out the tears in them. But none seemed to be let out. After a quick thought, I muttered.. Rogue…? Am I a rogue..? But who is a rogue? Questions kept flooding my mind and popping from my mouth. But only to myself.

As he saw his mate getting all lovey-dovey with a stranger, the animal within him was ready to erupt. How dare they! Due to the darkness, he couldn't see the face of the man she was lovingly hugging, but as he moved, his face appeared in front of him, and he was surprised to discover that the man was none other than the Rogue he had met a few days before. He was sure that the rogue was lying about hunting the rabbit but he didn't know that he went to meet Orla otherwise he would have killed him right there and then.

It is the strange man I first saw in Ramsey’s house, the leader of the rogues. “Luna.” He says with a mocking bow when he spots me. Against my better judgment, I decide to have a conversation with him. “I’ve seen you around so many times and I still don’t know your name.” The rogue takes out a lighter from his pocket and lights the cigarette in his mouth. “Ryder.” He says, blowing smoke in my direction. “You’re not supposed to smoke here.” I say, waving away the smoke he blew my way. “Sorry.” He says but doesn’t put out the cigarette.

Ethan was halfway back to his camp with nothing more than a bloody nose from the guards he had just stolen the green flag from when I circled him and stepped into his line of site. "Ethan, you really need to be more careful," I taunted, and his nostrils flared when he took in my scent. I knew he recognized me as a rogue and despised me for it, but did he know who he was really up against? I was born with Alpha blood and had built myself up to be the most feared rogue in the world. "Do you know why I'm here?" He curled his lip and shook his head in disgust. "You touched something that belongs to me." My voice carried, and while I was concerned that someone might interrupt me before I got to t

The footsteps come closer and closer, until I hear a man speak up “what are you doing here?” Turning my head, I see a naked man standing a few feet behind me. By the smell of him, this is definitely a rogue. Although he doesn’t smell badly, you can still smell what he is. Since he is in his human form, this is a rogue who is not too feral and still in control. Unable to hide my annoyance at his interference in my predicament, I reply “having a picknick. What does it look like to you?” gesturing to my leg which has closed up, but has dried up blood all over it. While he is staring at me void of any visible emotions, I take a chance to size him up. He is a bulky guy, brown hair and amber eyes.

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.

“But you don’t smell like a rogue…?” “No, but you do.” He tilts his head to the side as he examines me, and I take a closer look at him for the first time. I already noticed his height, but this time I look at his curly black hair, and his warm ochre skin. His teeth are so white against his skin that they almost appear to glow, and his eyes are a unique shade of greenish-grey with a slight hint of golden flecks that also stands out against his darker skin. “Your rogue sent isn’t too strong,” he continues, “I’m guessing you’ve been on your own for about 3-4 weeks now.” A satisfied smirk crosses his lips as my mouth drops open surprised by how accurate his timeline is.