Emerald Rogue Mystery Man Novels & Stories

The rogue nodded again, eyes wide with terror. “There was a man taken from here,” I said, pulling Damon’s ring from my pocket and holding it in front of the rogue’s face. “Dark hair, tall, strong. Looked like me, but… younger. He would have been fighting back. Do you know who I’m talking about?” The rogue’s eyes darted to the ring, then back to me. He hesitated. I applied more pressure to his neck. “I won’t ask again.” “Y-yes!” the rogue gasped. “I saw them! I saw them carrying someone like that!”

The man was a Goliath, standing at nearly ten feet tall. “Is stalking me a part of your hobby now?” Rogue asked clearly annoyed by his frequent interaction with the woman before him. Skyla simply threw an envelope at Rogue and disappeared along with the man.. … Rogue picked up the envelope and opened it, a letter fell out of the opened envelope and he looked at it. .. Letter

His posture was casual, but his eyes lingered a second too long in our direction before he turned away too quickly. I kept walking… slow and natural. But my instincts sharpened. Rogues rarely stayed long in open settlements unless they were tracking someone or hiding from someone. I wonder which pack this small town belongs to. When I subtly scanned again, the man was gone. Just like that. “Rowan” Ember called, gesturing for me to catch up. I ran up to her but didn’t mention anything to her. There was no reason to disturb her peace over something uncertain. But still, I didn’t relax as easily afterward.

I uttered to him, and his smirk widened. Gideon crossed his arms, studying me closely. I don't know, but I got really hooked about that mysterious man. There's something deep down that I wanted to know who he is. He killed Calvin. I was curious to find out his face under the hoodie jacket he's wearing. “Why do you look so interested in him, Emerald?” Gideon asked, looking so confused. A deep breath escapes from my throat, eyes staring at him. “I'm the Luna of this pack, remember? I also wanted to keep this pack's safety and that's the reason I want you to capture that mysterious man.”

“I still have to survive the council first. I don’t know much about your world, but it’s obvious that rogues are not liked. I didn’t realize before that I wasn’t only protecting my freedom, I was also breaking your laws.” I might as well begin using the lies needed to build my innocent image. His eyes stayed sharp, and I was not sure he believed me. “Rogues are usually trouble. Without the stability of a pack, they lose control of their beasts. We were not created to live alone. It affects the animal’s instincts and mind. But you are very different. You are one of the most stable rogue shifters I’ve ever seen who has lived without a pack since a young age. I think you’ll be fine.”

"This is the blood of the man we're looking for." Her eyes flicked between the arrow and my face. She reached out, taking the arrow. She examined it closely, her nostrils flaring slightly as she caught the scent. "When do you need this target?" she asked, looking up. “As quickly as possible. His location will be enough – somewhere he can be captured." “And who exactly is this mystery man we're hunting?" “A rogue wolf called Claw. He's believed to be the leader of the rogues that keep attacking the pack."

and turned, leaving the room. I turned back to the man in front of me as he crouched down. He has soft golden brown eyes and looked at me with sincere concern. He wiped the blood from just under my nose. “Are you alright?” I couldn’t speak, all I could do was nod. He was mere inches from my face and I could smell his scent. The earthy, wooded scent of sandalwood filled my nose and began to drive me crazy. It took everything I had not to jump him right in this moment. From the look he gave me, I knew he could read exactly how I was feeling. It was as if he felt it too.

Marcus added. We all looked at each other. “A rogue,” I said. I looked at the image again. Over the years I had met thousands of people. I knew all of my pack and a lot of several others. Though I had no photographic memory, I was still certain I had never seen this man before. “A rogue would make sense,” Winston said. “We don’t have a database for them. They can easily move around. We’ve even encountered some cases where they’d been hired for illegal acts, simply because they can then easily disappear.”

A low growl rolled out of the trees. I froze as the dark shifted and a man stepped into view like the shadows had decided to become solid. Tall. Broad. Black coat open at the throat. Hair like coal. But it was his eyes that stopped me—molten gold, wolf eyes, bright with control. Rogue. His gaze dropped to my fist. “That pendant. Where did you get it?” “My mother,” I said, lifting my knife just enough to warn. “Who are you?” His mouth twitched, not quite a smile. “Someone your pack lies about.”

The Guardian Rogue Chapter 4 Hayden arrived in Springfield well after the sun had risen. It had taken him another two hours to fight through the morning rush-hour traffic to get to the area where Jessica most likely entered the city. He was muttering under his breath as he drove. He would have much preferred to have shifted and followed Jessica. It would have been easier and much faster, but when returning an angry daughter to an Alpha while she is kicking and screaming, he had to have a vehicle to transport her in.