Female Human Rogue Novels & Stories

It was indeed a rogue. A female rogue... with a hint of vanilla in her scent!

Untamed. Just like him. I can see a certain kind of wildness in his eyes, and I know instantly that he is a Rogue. He has an edge to him, a wild, dangerous, unpredictable edge. As he stares back at me I notice a moment of confusion. It's like he realized it, too, at the same moment, that maybe…I am his mate. The connection is undeniable. But he quickly shakes it off and gives me a confused look. "Are you a spy?" he asks. "Did they send you to find me?"

And if that is indeed the case, does this mean that this female Rogue has been starving for a while, unable to take something to eat? Thinking about the intensity of Alice’s power makes my stomach roll. I know for a fact that only the most powerful Siren Wolves could do that, and I wonder if she used that before. Part of me feels sorry for the female Rogue, but only because she feels…more human. At least more human than any of the Rogues I have ever encountered, even the one with very real human hands. It's a common fact that the ordinary Rogues have no ability to communicate, seemingly even with each other. So this female Rogue feels more like a fellow werewolf than an enemy. But that doesn

Although the women were getting better at attacking, they were still learning, so taking more than one rogue at a time was not something they could handle. “Commander, I can't hold on.” One of them shouted. “Commander, we need some help here.” Another said. My feet shuffled through the battleground. With every step I took, heads rolled and blood flowed. The only thing I could do was lessen the burden for the women, I couldn't handle the rogues at once. “I must say,” the leader of the rogues suddenly said. “You are exactly as the rumors had said. Having inexhaustible strength and skills that had never been seen in a woman for thousands of years.”

Maddox snarls, his voice rough and bitter. The words hit like a strike across my spine. "No." That can’t be right. But there's something familiar about this, something in the way the rogue touches her, the way he looks at her. I’ve heard of it before, old stories, whispers passed between packs. Rogues being led by a powerful female. It’s rare, so rare no one believes it anymore. And if it's true... she isn’t who we thought she was. That kind of Alpha isn’t born in a pack. She’s rogue-born.

It is the easiest way to fight creatures like this. Blood and dismembered wolves are falling left and right as we work our way to the front door. Only a couple of warriors have been claimed along the way. I now know why the sight froze Vanessa. I have never seen a rogue claim an ordinary wolf, but the sight is brutal. Especially since all our warriors are males and female rogues are the ones claiming them. I never thought a male could be raped until now. Arne pushes open the palace door as I rip out one of the last rogue's throat. A quick scan of the battlefield is reassuring. More than 80% of our men are still standing, and only a few rogues remain. I shift back and enter the palace in huma

General Ardan’s voice crackles through the line when I answer. “My King. I’ve run the records twice. There are no living female rogues recorded anywhere in the western or northern territories. If she exists, she’s either off-grid or someone’s covering her tracks.” “Send me everything you have.” “Yes, Your Majesty.” The call ends. I scroll through the list again. Names. Packs. Ages. Death records. Twenty-one rogues. All male. All accounted for. None her. Klaus's voice curls low and dark. “She’s unclaimed. No pack. No name. She’s purely ours.”

Mateo's pov. In the world that we live in. Female rogues were rare, almost a prodigy. Because it's a known fact that no one can stay alive in those rogue lands without encountering death atleast once. And females alone? Well it was a very rare scene. So you can imagine my surprise on hearing that a female rogue is found near our borders. Technically speaking, I have no right to intervene. As the attack happened out of my lands.But for humanity sake, I knew had to.

What she was doing with these rogues? “Come on girl. You made us chase you for so long and so far. Now is the time to feast. Come here.” Rogue #1 said trying to touch the girl. She looked pathetic, haggard, and scared out of her wits; scared so much that she wasn’t even able to Utter a word in her defense. ‘A wolf can’t be that weak!’ My mind again interfered and I hushed it.