Emerald Rogue Mystery Man Novels & Stories

"Love is a dangerous illusion." The rogue's words echoed in my mind as I stood in the clearing, my heart pounding. The night was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, and the full moon cast long shadows across the forest floor. I clenched my fists, staring at the man who had guided me, who had whispered secrets in the dark, who had sworn to help me escape Lucien’s grasp. The rogue—Joren. His emerald eyes glowed under the moonlight, and the smirk he wore sent a chill down my spine.

The man glances both of them carefully. "You both don't look familiar. You do not belong here. Who are you?" The man questioned. "It is not you who is interrogating about us. Just tell me what do you know about Black Thunder Pack?" He didn't answer. The man stares both of them carefully. After a few seconds, his mouth was gaped open. "Oh my Lord! No, it can not be... You both are the famous rogues. Please, don't kill me." The man said. Louis smirked.

“How did this rogue get to her? I made bloody sure that she didn’t leave my territory. Why did she let him take her away? He’s a rogue with no prospects or future. If he thinks mating with her will get him into my pack, he’s got another thing coming. Where did this fool come from? Nita, do you know a Tyler, who’s a rogue?” That was a surprise. He didn’t normally speak directly to her. Russell didn’t want to know a thing about what went on in his head. She’d learned that quickly, right at the beginning. Anita released his shaft from her mouth so she could speak. “Tyler? Not that I know of. But there have been several strangers in town. Very tough looking guys. All scars and muscles. Leather j

And from the trees came motion—two rogues, masked and lean, slipping through the fog like phantoms. Emerie spun, backing against the shrine wall. “You’d do this here?” “They’re not here to kill you,” Jolene said. “Just to remind you how easily you can disappear again.” The first rogue lunged. Emerie ducked, kicking his leg out from under him, but her footing slipped on the damp stones. The second tackled her from behind. She grunted, elbowed him off, but the first returned—grabbing her from the side, dragging her toward the cliff’s edge.

he called. "Can I come closer so we can talk?" I ask. "I'm not a rogue." The man is silent for several moments before he says, "You may come closer, but I want you to remain twenty feet away." I close the distance between us one slow step at a time. "My name is Arielle Lozerno. I am the Luna of the Moonfang pack," I tell the man. His eyes widen slightly as surprise flickers across his face. "Are you the one who was kidnapped?" he asks.

Emmet paused for a moment, his eyes narrowed with doubt at the information and he went to stand in front of the rogue. "A human?" "Yes, leader. The girl is human and a freshman at St Ives" the rogue told Emmet. "Oh, I see" The smile on Emmet's face widened even more as he spoke." the moon goddess decided to bless the king of Alphas with a human mate?. How hilarious" he chuckled but soon enough, his face hardened and the smile was gone completely, leaving only a glint of ruthlessness and revenge. "This is our chance to get revenge on the mystic shadow pack" Emmet folded his hands to the back and paced around the room while he thought of the next possible move but then he stopped and went to s

"I am very close to you already." "I am on my way to the agreed place, Luna," the voice replied. Within just a few minutes, the tall man stepped out from his hiding spot near the old brick wall and walked over to her under the shade of the trees. He was dressed in a common traveler's coat. This was the exact same man Isolde had called months ago when Ronan was constantly having those bad dreams about Liora. She had given him the task to find Liora wherever she was hiding. He was more like her personal right-hand man, known to be very efficient, completely quiet, and totally loyal to her.

But my heart was still hammering inside my chest like a frantic drum against my ribs. My gaze snapped to the figure behind the rogue. He stepped out from the shadows of the forest, moving with a fluid grace that spoke of immense power. He was tall, even taller than Theo, with broad shoulders and a lean, muscular build. His hair was a deep, rich brown, almost black, and his eyes… his eyes were the startling color of emeralds, glinting with a mischievous light even in this tense situation. He wasn’t snarling or raging like Theo. Instead, a slight, knowing smirk was on his lips as he held the terrified rogue in a chokehold, his claws still dangerously close to the shifter’s throat.

Looking up at me, his hands toying with my hair, slowly starting to unbutton my heavy coat he growled, “I’m pretty sure I know what you like too.” Our first night as Rogues. My heart was so full it could burst. We sold one emerald at the very first town. Stocked with so much food, lighter clothes, supplies and fuel, the truck and it’s new extra trailer creaked when we moved off. “This will last months!” I cried happily, as Declan kissed my hand and smiled to himself.

The dew-covered grass appears to be covered in a layer of silver as the light from the moon above reflects off the dewdrops. I almost sigh in relief at the sight of it. But a shadow flickers on the ground and I freeze, my bow already poised and ready to shoot. The all-too familiar black leather with the silver raven emblem of the rogues stitched into the back comes into view, making my head spin. A rogue called me here. . . It’s clearly a male from the broadness of the shoulders and the cropped dark hair. Blood soaks his left arm, and I could see from the way the shoulders heave with each breath that he is in pain.