Female Human Rogue Novels & Stories

She asked with furrowed brows, while staring at me. “She’s a homeless shifter that I took in while accepting new members for the pack. Turns out she’s the Maniac Rogue.” Her eyes widened at my words. “The Maniac Rogue is a female shifter?” Her voice echoed her surprise as she fell silent. “So she did all that to get to you and the pups?” “Yes.” Just the thought of what had almost happened a while ago brought shivers to my spine, and even the hospital sheets could do nothing to keep me warm.

Rogues steer clear of human towns and other wear wolves are unlikely to try to invade for risk of exposing themselves. Following Darien inside he shows me where I can put my clothes and shift. I call Braxton forward, feeling him pass through me and take control. Light grey hair sprouting all over my body, joints snapping, I’m brought to my knees. Twisting and contorting my body changing shape. It wasn’t as painful this time and within a few minutes I was once again a passenger in my body.

the woman said, looking at him, then at me. "Mating can't wait any longer, let's discuss it below," she continued. Do they all know me? "What happened?" asked Tharique. Some of the rooms whose doors I saw were closed earlier are now starting to open and the occupants are gone, empty. Anyone who just opened the door is now walking behind me. “The number of Rogues we have killed has increased,” the short, sapphire blue-haired woman replied. Her firm voice indicates that she is a tough woman who is trusted by Tharique in her army.

he muttered, his voice low. James exhaled a quiet breath of relief. “And why was your phone not going through?” “My battery died,” Aiden replied shortly. James nodded, though his gaze lingered on Aiden’s face, studying him. He could sense the storm brewing behind those calm brown eyes. “We need to talk about something,” Aiden said, lowering his voice. “There’s a rogue in this pack. A female rogue. I found her when I went looking for Amelia.” James’s brows shot up in disbelief. “What? That’s impossible. The borders are heavily guarded. There’s no way a rogue could’ve gotten in.”

My gaze was no longer that of a council envoy; it was the gaze of a woman who had been claimed by the most dangerous man in the room and had survived the fire. "I am not your doll," I spat, my voice echoing across the clearing. "I am the Luna of the rogues. You can either bow to the strength that keeps this pack from tearing itself apart, or you can find out exactly how much blood I'm willing to spill to make you obey." The silence returned, but the energy had shifted. The rogues looked at each other, then back at me. Slowly, the scarred rogue groaned and pushed himself up, his eyes wide with a newfound, grudging respect. He dropped to one knee, his head bowed.

she asked me, laughing hysterically. “Watch it, Ariana! You can say anything you wish to say to me, as long as you don’t fucking bring my man into it!” I scolded her, taking a threatening step in her direction. “Your man? You call this rogue foul your man? How stupid are you, Allison? I know you can never get a man as noteworthy and important as my Williams. But settling for a rogue? That’s just so stupid! He’s beneath you, he doesn’t deserve a Trueborn, and certainly not one related to me. He’s a fucking stinking rogue, Allison. We spit at rogue, not screw around with them!” She told me, making a gagging sound as if she wants to throw up.

The sound of his shift was thunder in the small space. I pressed myself against the back wall of the cave, and my legs gave out. The stone bit into my back. The heat still pulsed through me, a sick rhythm that made everything blur at the edges, and I watched the fight like it was happening underwater. Bastian's wolf was a monster. Black fur, one ear torn, shoulders thick as boulders. He caught the first rogue by the throat and threw it against the cave wall hard enough that I heard bones crack. But the second rogue was already on his flank, and the third circled toward the fire, toward me.

Creed explains hopping down the stairs “ Creed one more smart ass remark and you’ll be joining him” “ okay okay” he surrendered We walk over to the cell that has lights on. The rogue is a girl. She looks no older than 15, she has blood stains on her jeans and a few scratches on her arms. Her hair is short and blonde, with bright blue eyes. She looks more terrified than the usually rogue I come across. Walking into the room she shoots her eyes up to me and they widen with fear. She mumbles something in a different language “ Can you speak english?” i asked

"Don't what?" "Don't blame yourself. You don't know that this was about you." “How can I not?” I choked out. “They were asking about the new girl. Why else would trained rogues attack this camp?” "Because rogues attack. It's what they do. We've had problems before—" "Not like this." Maya appeared beside us, her expression dark. "Thomas is right to be worried. This wasn't a random attack. Those wounds—" she glanced back at the covered body, "—were precise. Professional. Someone sent trained fighters."