Female Rogue Characters Novels & Stories

I winced and coughed a little, and the guy cackled like a drug addict with a free dose. ‘She looks tasty,’ blurted Rogue Two. And they started ogling after me, staring through my clothes from my toes and up to my breasts. A dirty finger tipped my chin and two lascivious eyes held mine. ‘We haven’t had a runaway for quite some time, haven’t we, mutts?’ Rogue one sniggered and his mutts followed. To me, he breathed lowly, ‘You know what happens to werewomen who leave their packs?’ That stained finger glided down my neck, across my collarbone—.

He suddenly felt weak and vulnerable in the face of his anger. Yeah, well, he never gave her those chills however his title did. He was a rogue to her. And rogues were addressed as danger, homeless beasts who would rape and slave females. She-wolves were brought up with this particular information knocked into their heads since their birth that rogues were unfaithful. They can't be trusted. Girls were warned to run away from them if encountered any. Kill themselves if they didn't wish to die a painful death after being raped. Then how on earth could Lisa put him in her good books in spite of him being the nicest to her. He was still— a rogue.

I whisper as she wraps her arms around my neck. "You must be sure. I will not take kindly to any bad words after this encounter, so I ask again, are you sure?" I can't stop Romeo as he takes control to make sure she knows who she has invited into her home and her bed, or should I say her body. I am not as stable as Julian or Victoria. For some reason, I am closer to being a natural Rogue. A natural Rogue is one that is possibly mateless and therefore can't control their emotions. Lust, anger and bloodlust are the top three of the worst, it is why I need a release more often the Julian does. I smile as she nods again and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me.

Mary barely moves, but the new rogue whimpers and tries to move away. I smile. It isn't very often you find a virgin rogue. Actually, it is nearly impossible to find a virgin female rogue of her age. Something isn't right here. Even after my satisfying session with the female last night and this morning, being this close to Aurora and the fresh waves of her heat that are flowing in and around the cage and cab, I am ready to enjoy myself again. I smile as I move over the new rogue, making sure that as I position myself at her entrance, 2 virgins within a few hours, is every rogue's wet dream fantasy. Mary is pinned slightly underneath her and can't do anything to stop me.

"He wants to turn your famiglia against you and let the other families do the dirty work for him." I let out a derisive chuckle and took a sip of my coffee. "He's seriously underestimating me and my famiglia. If he thinks rumors can take me down, he's delusional." I immediately released the recording of Sebastian and Angelina conspiring together, followed by the surveillance footage of the assassins breaking into the villa. Meanwhile, Matteo tapped into his intelligence network and identified the traitor in my famiglia. It was Marco Conti, my mother's assistant.

I hissed, my eyes flashing amber. I did not waste a second and came out to check. Deep in the thicket of the borderlands, a small car was being torn apart. These weren't just any wolves, they were Rogues—beasts who had lost their humanity and lived only for the kill. I could see from afar that a girl was surrounded by a number of lusty rogues. She looked barely nineteen, her silk dress shredded, her eyes wide with a terror that paralyzed her. I didn't think. I shifted.

It was only then that I realized that perhaps that was all she knew. What had she gone through to make her so guarded? What had she suffered? What had taught her to only run? She had no doubt suffered under the hands of a pack. ‘Traditional packs’ she called them. I wished I could find out whoever hurt her, what pack had made her this wary. But that wasn't how life worked. Once upon a time, rogues were associated with something else. Wild. Rabid. Power hungry. That they were only there to kill, wreak havoc, and destroy. Stories were always told with rogues as mindless antagonists whom packs would prevail over.

With just a few seconds, the insane rogue got near her and grab her by the throat and lifted her up with a grin etched on his lips. Jaiyana struggled to breathe, she grab and scratch the hand that's choking her but it's futile. She grew restless and she can hear Hannah's cry as the latter attacked and threw punches on the rogue's leg, "Let her go! Let her go!" Hannah cries as she continuously punch him, Pissed, the rogue spat at him, "Fuck! You fucking kid, I should kill you right now!" He kicked Hannah on her stomach and she flew away from him, whimpering and crying in pain.

He can’t be my mate. He bends down and two things hit me, one he has really long hair and his skin looks oddly hairless and smooth, even for a young man … then he pulls up red lace panties … wait what ? and turns around, his ... no wait, her breasts bouncing slightly … Oh bingo Logan, Lee is a girl ... an absolutely stunning girl who is staring at you like you are some freak. “Oh wow ... you are her ... you are not a boy”. Yeah I sound like a retard.

“Or perhaps she’d see it as a chance to finally break free of a bond haunting her since you rejected her. Either way, don’t you think she deserves to know?” I did not have an answer. The thought of facing Aria—a chance to see the betrayal and hatred in her eyes for being alive, filled me with dread deeper than any battle I had faced. But Elara was right. Aria deserved the truth. It was her choice to make, not one dictated by men who thought they knew best. “Where is she?” I asked quietly. “Do you know?” “With the rogues,” Garvin replied, his expression grave. “Word has spread of a Silver Fang Queen leading the outcasts. They’re calling her the Rogue’s Queen, attacking pack territories and bu