Female Human Rogue Novels & Stories

I felt goosebumps creep up my spine, remembering what the rogues had said. "Mandy, the female rogue, is a fugitive from the Black Feather pack," Xander said. "She crossed the border and met two other rogues and is living a guerrilla lifestyle to avoid the Gammas." "How did they die?" I asked, confused. "I don't think they entered the forest."

I rounded the corner, forcing myself to move faster despite my injured leg. Three female servants were standing near a big window with cleaning buckets and mops. The woman in the middle was Mara, well known as Red Onion, the annoying bitch who had spent the last three years making my life a living hell. The moment Mara turned around and saw me wrapped in a bedsheet with my bare shoulders exposed, her eyes went wide with shock. Then, her face twisted into a look of pure disgust. "You filthy slut!" Red Onion screamed, her voice echoing loudly down the quiet hallway. "No wonder Rook and Alpha Blake couldn’t find you. They said you’d fallen to your death, but you were actually hiding in the gues

I'm a monster, a disgraced Alpha and now a rogue. I throw the door open, stepping aside so the little human could walk in first. Moi's eyes does a quick sweep of the interior, the first time ever being invited here. Moi then goes rigid before bolting to the center of the room. "Oh my.... Mother of hell!" She shrieks. "Is that what I think it is?" She drops herself to the ground gazing with concern at the animal lying on the rug. "It's a werewolf isnt it?" "Well it's not a fudging dog, Moi."

Heather rolled her eyes and glared at me. Tabitha, our house slave, entered the room carrying two trays filled with food and drinks. She is a Sigma, the lowest ranking wolf in the pack. They are all females eighteen and older who are unmated. Sigmas can’t have mates. They also don’t have wolves. They go into heat once a month, and every male in the vicinity of her goes nuts wanting to shag her. They are hated by everyone and forced to be pack slaves.

"I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere." Hours later, as the sun began to peek over the Blue Moon mountains, the room was filled with a new sound. A sharp, healthy cry. The midwife handed a small, swaddled bundle to Ros. I watched, tears blurring my vision, as the strongest man I knew—the Rogue who had survived the harshest winters and the bloodiest fights—trembled as he held his daughter. She had a tuft of dark hair and, when she finally opened her eyes for a split second, they were a clear, piercing hazelnut.

Through blurred vision, I noticed one of them walk closer to her. " Step away from her. She is a rogue." " But she is bleeding." " She could be dangerous." " She is a woman who needs our help." " Doesn't change the fact that she is still a rogue. Female rogues are worse than male rogues. They are manipulative." " Please...help...me." I forced the words out of my mouth hoping they would stop arguing in front of me. The tears in my eyes never stopped pouring as I struggled to look into the eyes of the one who seemed kind. Blood was all I could see.

A red dragon with a half moon tail. “th—oh,” I said quietly, taking a slight step back. “That’s not possible…” But it was there. And as clear as daylight. “What are you?” I asked more to myself than to her. She rolled uneasily but did not answer. Her eyes were too cloudy and her body looked too weak. She looked like someone who had simply been consumed and then thrown up by the forest. I crouched lower still, feeling warry. This had to be the moon goddess. It looked so much like her signature move. “She looks like her, she smells like her… and you leave this mark?” I said brushing a hand across my face “Of all the ways to mock me…” I scoffed to myself.

As expected, the old king told us to chase after the rogues and to make sure they wouldn’t return, and I spent a year away from my home and my pack, but we found no sign of them. I walked through the crowd of warriors standing near our border and as I looked ahead, I felt my heart skip a beat. In the front row there was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was wearing a crown and something about her felt familiar. It took a moment, but I recognized her and my mind filled with a multitude of questions. After I threw her out, I didn’t waste another moment thinking about her! Alison! What was Alison doing leading the rogue army?!

I sensed the dread in them as they stared at my very dark furs and brown eyes. I turned towards the rogue-werewolf that dared howl behind me wanting to rip its throat apart. It seemed to step back, watching my intimating form come towards it. But something was off about the rogue, it seemed strangely familiar and yet daring. It was a female rogue and her poised stance was applaudable, it seemed to be pleading with my beast for a recognition but it wasn't ready to take all of that. I nudged further towards the female right rogue, the other rogues dreading my first move, none dared to come closer, they all loved their lives.

She was huffing loudly while dad and Laura tried to calm her down. When her eyes fell on me, she yelled out loudly pointing her painted nails at me. "You! Because of you this happened. You took into this rogue and now this rogue is my mate. It's all your doing. You did it deliberately." I frowned and followed her finger which turned towards the tall man in the crowd. He!! I remember him. He is the rogue I helped a few days back. He was alone and weak just like me. I had to beg dad to let him stay in the pack. I haven't seen him since then. He is Nicky's mate. Moon Goddess gives him strength.