Female Rogue Characters Novels & Stories

She was someone had seen before, someone I had met but coming close to that thought was impossible as I didn't remember when anything like that happened. "She..." I took in a deep breath, "She's a rogue," "Yes, I know that but when was the last time you heard about a female being a rogue?" I shrugged, "Years ago?" "Yes. Tell me more about her. It fascinates me that a female wolf would leave her pack to endanger herself as a rogue. That's a lot of courage right there," beauty said, sounding correct. Rogues were never females, they were usually old, retired male wolves or pyshoctic wolves that were kicked out of their packs under certain circumstances.

Lila’s POV It's been two years since that soul-piercing and humiliating night. After I ran into the shadows of Silverwood forest that night, I encountered two rogues who eventually brought me to their leader, Danny Vaxton One good thing I learned about rogues is that, unlike those packs out there, they don't discriminate because of one's wolf rank. Now, I'm a well-trained rogue fighter and no longer the weakling of the past. I've become more mature, and although I'm not shredded like most female rogues in the community, it can be seen that I'm more than feminine curves, I pack a rather hurtful punch despite my petite size.

Rogues. Free rogues were the worst, known for merciless killing and disappearing. Aria froze. She heard another growl behind her and turned to see another rogue behind. A cry escaped her throat, and she held her coat to herself. "Please, let me go," she pleaded. The first rogue advanced slowly towards her, forcing her backwards, while another emerged behind her. She was trapped, and as a third rogue joined, her hope dwindled. Aria stood trembling as they closed in. The first one lunged at her, and she yelled, falling down on the floor, and started to fight the rogue off her. The claws of the rogues scratched her skin, and she kept crying.

CHAPTER 3 - MATE! (EDITED) CADEN I was going through the pack reports when my Beta informed me through the mind link that there’s a female rogue at the border. Female rogues were rare. Packs cherished their females too much to exile them, they were usually given punishment or executed if the crime was too grave. Female rogues are normally ones whose packs were torn down by war and hard to leave. But new packs were always ready to take them in. But from Dorian's explanation, this one scent is a bit off, nearing feral. That means she's been rogue for long, longer than normal.

This was my moment to find my next move. I trotted along the path through the wild forest, the sky a mix of reds, oranges, and yellows from the setting sun. I needed to find somewhere to hunker down for the night soon. Exhaustion was setting in, and it wouldn't be wise to fall asleep out in the open. Females didn't fare well in rogue territory. I had heard far too many stories of females being raped and murdered among the rogues. They did not treasure them because they didn't care about heirs or anything like that. Their beasts controlled them more than men, and time without a pack caused them to forget all the morals and values a man would have demanded if he were in control.

As Tom would take me from behind, the warm water running down my back as one hand firmly gripped my hip and the other my shoulder. Don't think of him, whatever you do, don't think of him. Tom Bradley was the Alpha of the Rogues, a pack made up of wolves that had been banished from their packs for various reasons. Some valid, but mostly because they were traitors, vicious and untrustworthy. Which made the pack volatile and unruly, and that chaos suited their leader, whose wolf was becoming more and more unhinged. Not the type of wolf the daughter of the alpha of the prestigious Red Crescent Pack should be in company with. But I just couldn’t stay away, I was drawn to his badness like a moth t

The female rogue laughed grabbing Danica by her hair and lifting. Grabbing ahold of the rogue's hands Danica tried to claw herself free as she felt her feet begin to lift off the ground. "LET HER GO!" She heard Mason yell from where ever he was fighting with his deranged pack members. "Oh look your little alpha is trying to save you." The female rogue laughed. "Too bad he won't have that opportunity." Opening her mouth the female rogue allowed her canines to begin to grow until they potruded out of her mouth. Giving a sinister growl she moved her head forward clamping down on Danica's shoulder.

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.

The moon goddess that brought her into my life really wanted to torment me. Her dress was a deep blue - her favourite color - silk gown, brushing through her curves yet still remaining modest. The dress showed a barely there view of her neckline and chest, yet wasn't outwardly garish. She looked perfect. I swallowed as she stepped out, ready for what was to come. I had led the pack full of rogues from a young age, had built my business from scratch where I had gone against multiple older, threatening men. I had disposed of rogues much larger, much threatening than me.