Fairy Tail Rogue Novels & Stories

And why on earth would an identified rogue gang approach him? “You have a lot of questions,” the man continued. “That is understandable since you must think of our gang as a rogue group that aims to disrupt the affairs of the pack.” “That is exactly what you are,” Symon pointed out. “If you say so. However, with the recent happenings, it is clear that Alpha Rune is a rogue too.” Rune narrowed his eyes. “You had better convince me at the end of your statement not to behead you.” His threat did not move Omega Keith. “The Wolfkin Gang is aware that your banishment was a scheme by enemies you have refused to acknowledge.”

“I was paid to sneak into your territory. Paid to wear an Ashmoor uniform and make a scene at the bathhouse.” “Who paid you?” “I never got a name,” the rogue said. “But it was an Alpha. Big guy, dark hair, green eyes. Looked like you, actually, but taller and meaner.” My blood ran cold at that. The description was all too familiar. Had Andrei truly hired a rogue to torment the women in my pack? Why? “He gave me the uniform and told me exactly what to do,” the rogue went on. “Said he just wanted to cause a distraction and that no one would get hurt.”

"If you don't reject him, I'll have to declare him a rogue and banish him from this pack. We don't need him here." "You can't do that father. He is your subject! You can't maltreat your pack members for no reason! That will be outrageous!" I yelled. I couldn't believe my ears. Being declared a rogue was the worst thing that could happen to a werewolf — aside from being rejected. A rogue was an outlaw, one without a pack. He was sent out of his home to roam about the deadly forest alone. Rogues were helpless wolves without the protection of an alpha and they were open to any attack whatsoever

Lincoln’s POV What the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began. “I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.” The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.

Flora’s P.O.V I wrapped a bandage around Clay’s abdomen, careful not to tighten the cloth too much so his wounds could heal on their own. I was slowly starting to realize that being a rogue didn’t only mean mental instability, but there were certain physical drawbacks as well. Rogues didn’t heal as fast as any normal wolf would and they also became highly aggressive when injured. Even now, Clay was gritting his teeth together to stop himself from lashing out. I wasn’t worried though. Clay had always had iron control whenever he was with me, but what I was worried about, wasn’t his physical but mental state.

he said, “But this is the Malchian Grove. My home, my territory. You play by my rules only.” I puckered my lips, my eyes going all puppy. “Awwn, poor Mr. Beasty wants respect. “ Then, almost immediately, my tone became caustic. “Well, maybe you should have thought about it before abducting me. I’m never gonna play by your rules. Mark my words.” “It's Mr. Roberto-Macini. Matteo Roberto-Macini,” he said and I rolled my eyes. “You will have to, Miss. Your survival depends on your cooperation.”

This is like a mob visit. "You wish you could handle me. Besides, I don't like weak, frail, and disgusting old men. They don't have enough backbone for a ROGUE like me! " I growl, my grey blue eyes glowing with purple flakes. I yelled through the door. I knew challenging his manhood and telling him I was a rogue knocking on his packhouse door would draw him out. Stupid Alpha.

Gross, this guy just does not give up. Spinning on my toes, I turn and look the rogue in the eyes. Anger is coursing through me at this point, and I am sure that my eyes are glowing silver. "I told you to get lost," I growl at him. He takes a step back from my growl and he stares at me. "Well, well, well. You don’t smell like a wolf," he says sniffing my hair.

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

Liam said as he bowed to the Alpha. “Go Liam, you're off duty till tomorrow. Get with Felix. He has a new guard rotation. You will be training our new recruit,” Alpha Doug said. “Sir, Yes Sir,” Liam said before standing back up and winking at me before he backed out of the office, leaving me with the Alpha. “So you are the Rogue that somehow managed to acquire 2 decent-looking bitches? How did you manage that son?” Alpha asked.