Female Human Rogue Novels & Stories

I can only assume that they believed I was taken home since it was so close to their coven. “You don’t have to be polite, dear,” Talia bats her eyelashes at my father, and I have to suppress the growl that is forming in my chest. “You can call them rogues. Just because your daughter is one…” “That is enough, Mother,” Erebus growls from his seat but Talia isn’t giving up so easily. “It is amazing that she only smells like a human. Since most rogues wreak of decaying flesh and trash,” Talia continues.

Rough clothes, scarred faces, the kind of males who survive by taking from those weaker than them. They've cornered a young woman against a tree. She can't be more than nineteen, thin and trembling, with dark hair and eyes wide with fear. The largest rogue has his hand around her throat. "Let her go," I say. My voice doesn't sound like mine. It's colder. Harder. The voice of someone who has died and come back different. All four rogues turn to look at me. For a moment, they just stare. I know what they see. A woman with silver hair and glowing marks, standing alone in Shadowpine Forest where no one should be able to survive.

Homer went away to talk to Riley while I walked up to Carl, who was monitoring the rogues near our border. “Are they trying to infiltrate?” “No, Beta Stavros. I think they’re looking for the rogue female. She might have escaped their clutches.” I gaped at him in shock. So the female rogue was hiding here from them? “Have you seen the female? She must be very shrewd to escape our search operation.” Carl took out his phone and showed me a hazy picture of a fleeing young creature. Her golden eyes and pale hair made her features stand out. She looked petrified!

Everyone was astonished, including Aurora. “What? How?” she asked urgently, “I thought the Rogue King was still in the Great Canyon.” “I went after those fled rogues and bumped right into the Rogue King. He was coming to rescue his own men back…Or should I say—'She.’” Aurora widened her eyes in shock. She? …The Rogue King was a woman? But Veronica clearly said the opposite! “Even with a mask and a cloak, I can still tell from her figure that the Rogue King is a woman.”

He wasn't alone. Rogue walked into the living room, but he wasn't looking for me. He was focused on the woman draped over his arm—a petite brunette with sharp, cat-like eyes and a dress that cost more than my father’s remaining dignity. This wasn't the woman from the office. This was someone new, someone younger. "Rogue?" I stepped into the doorway, my voice barely a thread.

Her voice shook, but the steel was there. The female rogue shrugged, like it didn’t matter. “We have gotten away with worse. You weak omegas are nothing.” My heart pounded so hard it drowned out the world. Omegas like us weren’t made to shift. Our wolves weren't strong enough to do that. That’s what everyone said. That’s what these nasty creatures were counting on. Then the first rogue grabbed Mirian. She screamed and tried to pull away, but he yanked her back, letting out a maniacal laugh.

The place was still empty enough for me to watch the scene from afar. It was an older woman, one I didn't recognize that no doubt hailed from Connors pack. She was glaring at a figure on the floor. I gasped as I saw the person. It was a young girl, no less than 13 who was on the floor with a small pink bag strewn across from her. “Please calm down.” An older man — a Rogue — stepped out, reaching for the girl's bag as he looked at the woman. “Why should I?” The woman — at least in her 60s — spat out, pointing her finger at an evidently scared girl.

I say, but as I climb to my feet I hear a grunt and glance over my shoulder to see Val in a brawl with a rogue almost twice her size. “Val, your blind spot!” I cry as I see a rogue stalk from the trees towards her back. I run to her but I can tell I won’t be quick enough. Her gun is on the ground, forgotten, and the knife at her belt will be useless if she doesn’t pull it free quickly. “You’re knife, Val!” I scream. “I’ve got this!” Val yells, her eyes wild as she takes her eyes off the rogue to glare at me, causing her guard to come down enough that the rogue towering over her lifts her up by the neck of her jacket and hurls her against the nearest tree.

“When I grew up, I learned that despite Claudia being his mate, he found his peace here, and the one reason was the fact that he knew that mom didn’t care about him enough to make a fuss. We were already rogues at the time, and Rustem has taken the initiative of making sure to keep us safe. He was the one who announced me Alpha and Viktor my beta when I turned eighteen,” “Eventually, as rogues always are, I had to get it by blood. The number of fights that I got into would have been fatal, I always managed to survive, and I mostly avoided killing my opponent unless I had to.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. “But I wanted my mother to have what she deserved. She never found a mate after bei

I gave him a faint glance and continued to feel around the bottom of the fountain. My old pack mark had been overwritten by one of far greater power five years ago. Of course he couldn’t find it. But I couldn't be bothered to explain that to him. “I don’t need your protection.” Liam stared at his device, his expression darkening. "Elena, do you have any idea what it means to be a rogue? Without pack protection, you're nothing more than prey. Any beta could rip you apart without a second thought!"