Female Rogue Characters Novels & Stories

With unwavering determination, I mustered the courage to look into Tania's eyes, ensuring that she understood the sincerity of my intentions. "I have something to tell you as well. I have been holding onto it for a very long time and I believe that now is the right time for you to know. The last time that I tried to tell you, I was distracted and right now after hearing everything you've said about your identity and what happened to your kingdom, I came to realize that I have way more than my true identity to reveal to you. I am sure that you have already heard that I am a Rogue from Crescida and I hail from there, but you are unaware of what made me go rogue and now I am going to reveal eve

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.

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.

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.

Before fear or shock could settle, the grove exploded. Rogues poured from the trees in coordinated waves—at least twenty at first, moving with the precision of hunters bred together. They were armed, marked with ritual paints and teeth sharpened by the kind of hate money can’t buy. “Fight back!” someone screamed. The sacred space dissolved into chaos. The rogues moved like soldiers, cutting through our formation with merciless efficiency. Spears and blades flashed. People fell. I rolled away from Ronan as a rogue jumped over us, his claws swiping the spot where our heads were. He fell to the ground with a loud thud in my ears.

Glow initiates a handshake with Lexi. "Lexi Marron, alpha leader of 'Blue Moon Pack'. And Ros's fated mate, but we haven't really mated yet. we are just friends, casual friends you know," Glow seems to be impressed while my heart thundered inside my ribcage, Lexi just introduced herself as my mate. " Glow, an Omega rogue werewolf. Ros's only true friend. It is really honorable to meet a female alpha like Lexi," Glow says giving me a sour expression and returning a much radiant smile to Lexi. Dramatic people, I whisper and fold my arms against my chest.

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?"

CHAPTER 108 PART 2 The fight has been over now for a couple of hours. It didn’t last long as we had the upper hand. Those that fought us were some of the same Alphas, Betas, and warriors from the packs that we suspected would cause mischief. We had a good idea of what packs would revolt as they were the packs that had negative views on women. I was though surprised by some of the different packs that held the same animosity towards the females in my life. Then again I couldn’t be sure that some were protesting the fact that their now queen was a rogue. I know many who would oppose her being a rogue. Being a rogue in some of their eyes was just as bad as being a woman.

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

There is no hate or contempt for my kind hiding behind her eyes. “This one deserves a second chance,” I say simply before moving onto the next cell. As I approach the second cell an elderly woman is glaring at me with her brown eyes. As soon as I close my eyes and open my mind to hers I am hit with a barrage of evil images of lycans and werewolves alike in chains and being whipped by their masters. My eyes flash open and I stare at the woman in disbelief. A bright red aura surrounds her body, and she is glaring at me with disgust.