Female Rogue Characters Novels & Stories

And I release my hold. Shifting to my massive dark furred beast, I get to the first house and break the door as I run through it with my shoulder. In between the smokey house, I spot three rogues, Balthazar's rogues, cackling as they surround an helpless woman. One of them ripping her dress. The first rogue I encounter doesn't have time to react, his back is turned towards me. The moment he turns to face me, no doubt feeling my presence, my jaw locks in on his head, crunching it.

LUCIAN When my men reported that they had found a rogue near the cliff border—possibly having fallen from the edge which is Ashen pack—I immediately gave the order to eliminate her and dispose of it’s body in the woods. I wanted to make a clear message to any rogue who might wander into Bloodfang territory: this pack does not tolerate rogues, whether they come here by design or mistake. But then Aaron mentioned something that made me pause. He said the rogue was a woman, and she had a star-shaped imprint on her inner thigh. That detail stopped me in my tracks and I knew I had to see her for myself.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

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.

To patients. A young warrior, his arm bandaged thickly, stiffened when he saw me. I knelt beside his bed without hesitation. “You fought bravely,” I told him. “But bravery doesn’t mean you heal alone.” His eyes filled, and he nodded. Rogue recently attacked the Red moon pack. He is one of the warriors that fight. By the time I left, exhaustion settled deep into my bones, but it was the satisfying kind. The kind that came from purpose. Damon, the warrior assigned by the elders to accompany me, remained quiet as we returned to the palace. He observed everything, reporting nothing aloud. A watcher. A judge.

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.

Nathan stated while he buttoned up his pants. I had lost my shift and crashed to the dirt, hissing at the bastard holding the end of my restraints. “She's a feral bitch and a killer. She will face my father and receive her punishment from the council,” Devan growled unemotionally. “The vampire is my mate,” Morgana hissed, and my wolf growled sternly, “That wolf is mine.” The same wolfman twisted my arms behind me, and I grunted, “Oh hell no.”