Emerald Rogue Mystery Man Novels & Stories

“Before the mating hunt, we have an important announcement for you. There is word that the Maniac Rogue is on the loose, and his whereabouts are unknown.” Murmurs fill the mating grounds. I glance at Millie, and she looks at me. The Maniac Rogue has threatened the Werewoods for some years now. The deadly massacre of the Rose Moon Pack members still haunts the memories of everyone. His enemies know him to be cunning and fatal. No one knows his identity, and the mystery behind the Rose Moon Pack’s end remains unresolved. He made sure of that by killing every single witness to the massacre. “Silence!” Everyone goes quiet under Derek’s stern gaze.

Finally, with a heavy exhale, he nodded. “I’ll hold you to that promise,” he muttered. I squeezed his shoulder once. “Good.” Mina touched his arm, leading him toward the car. Gina followed, silently. I watched them climb in, the driver shutting the doors. As the car pulled away, Emory’s gaze stayed locked on me through the glass until the vehicle disappeared around the bend. Only then did Elias break the silence. “Are you sure this is the rogues?” I gripped the cane tighter, my knuckles whitening. “If what Agatha confessed is true, then yes. I’m positive.”

The rogue said. "Hey, I'll tell you who he is if you spare me." The other rogue said while gasping for some air due to the elemental energy wrapped around its body. "Sure. I'll spare you." Emerald said. "Deal?" "Yes. Yes." The rogue excitedly said. Emerald started to loosen the elemental energy that wrapped around the rogue body. But the moment it was loosened the rogue immediately attack Emerald. It was a trick. Emerald got injured. Her left arm got wounded.

“Mr. Cedrick Rosa?” Emerald asked as the man entered her office. He nodded and offered his hand for a shake, which young Morgan accepted, motioning him to sit on a chair before her. “Thank you,” Cedrick said, taking the seat. “I know you’re wondering who and why I am here.” “I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that,” Emerald replied, smiling. “I’m a detective,” he said, creasing Emerald’s forehead. She doesn’t know any reason for a detective to visit her.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

"It's been a while, let me have her first." The rogue who was holding my feet down undressed himself. I shut my eyes realizing the horrors that were waiting to devour me. Og, dear goddess! Haven’t I suffered enough? Just when I thought that all hope was gone, he came. The mysterious man tapped one of the rogues, making him startled. They might have been too excited to violate me that they missed his presence behind. “What the—” The rogue was about to protest but immediately think twice upon seeing who it was. I could have sworn I saw how his face depleted color as fear registered in his eyes.

Rogues were unbelievably corny and they would make you doubt your instincts. Adam kept on testing but there was no sign of the talisman indicating someone was the rogue. The drivers were already tested so were the houseguards, but still no rogue. I waited impatiently as he continued but at a point, I made up my mind the whole thing was futile. If Emily was telling the truth, then where the hell was the rogue in all these people? 9r maybe that talisman was fake as fuck. Emily definitely would have something to do with everything if she tricked us into believing the rogue was on the castle grounds.

Lucianne explained to Greg the same way she explained to Xandar the previous night, “Yes, Greg. Your scent. Ever since you’ve disclosed housing 98 rogues, none of us could fathom how you never smelled like a rogue. When you confessed to being the one leading the rogue world, the issue of why your natural scent was preserved became even more perplexing. I thought you used scent sprays at first, but you didn't always have those on hand even when you were in prison, so that couldn’t be it. The only logical explanation is that you were never a rogue.”

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

My feet barely touching the floor, and panic rose in my insides. “Dylan, please,” I begged in a desperate plea. Just as we approached the threshold, a sharp knock reverberated through the room. Dylan froze, his hand still gripped my arms “What the hell?” The door flung open, and a man stepped in. He is tall, dark and his eyes are cold and calculating, he had a stale metallic smell to him that made me want to throw up. A rogue. My breath hitched and my blood ran cold. “Leaving so soon and without me,? The mystery man said, locking eyes with mine.