Fierce Twisted Rogue Novels & Stories

Ryan smashed his way through the Rogues, His presence seemed to attract their attention as most of the rogues gave up climbing, and charged straight to attack him. Ryan growled loudly and attacked head-on, bursting to the side of the wolf, throwing it out of his way, his huge jaws clamping down on the wolf nearby and crushing it in an instant. Another Rogue tried to jump on his back, he turned midway and caught one of its legs a shook his head vigorously, the body of the rogues bounced around like a rag doll before Ryan threw him away. His paws scratched and tore through the flesh of the approaching wolves, one by one. Within minutes, seven of the rogue wolves were dead. Ryan looked around t

Midi stumbled with a low whine as she bled from her belly but she shook off her fur like doing that would shake off the pain. That was another dangerous thing about rogues, They didn’t know when to stop, and they usually wouldn’t unless they’re dead. A rogue could have their guts out, and be five minutes from death but still be fighting like they were in perfect health. They could be that irrational, which is why, even with the fatal blow I gave to her, she still came after me. And why even as I had done that move, she still lunged for me in the same way instead of changing tactics. I got down low to do the same move on her again, but I saw the claw she had been aiming at me from her hind le

My blood ran cold and I could feel mera stand on her haunches too, readying for whatever was next. I couldn’t stay hidden any longer. Mera roared within me, furious at the thought of the woman stuff because of us. Ignoring the weakness in my limbs, I bury out of the hallow, a feral growl ripping itself from my throat. The rogues turned, their eye widening I surprised as I dashed towards them. Mera quickly took over, her fury lending me strength. We jumped on the first rogue, our claws digging in lot his chest as I drove him to the ground. He let out a strangled cry before I ripped his throat out, his blood coating the forest grounds.

A rogue—tall, scarred, with eyes that gleamed red in the flickering light—emerged from the haze. I shifted mid-stride, bones snapping, muscles tearing, the pain as sharp and familiar as breathing. Erebus exploded from within me, claws raking the floor as he launched himself forward with a howl of pure rage. The rogue didn’t stand a chance.

The rogue shakes its head and still doesn’t shift, whining, morosely, as it continues to cower. I follow the aqua thread that is connected to the rogue and quickly breech its mind. Me: ‘You need to shift back now, or I will be forced to kill you.’ Rogue: ‘How...' Me: ‘It’s one of my gifts. Now do as I said.’ Rogue: ‘I can’t shift. I am stuck this way.’ Me: ‘Why?’ Rogue: ‘I can’t tell you.’ Me: ‘You can’t, or you won’t?’

He was at that point when the other rogue attacked him. However, Trixie saw it and before the rogue could land into Drew, Trixie’s wolf already kicked it hard making it flew and then landed on the ground with a loud thud. The rogue attacked back raging with anger that it immediately overpowered Trixie. When Drew saw that Trixie’s neck was about to be bitten by the rogue, his blood automatically reached his head with wrath like that of a raging storm. Drew’s wolf jumped into the rogue and sunk his fang mercilessly to its neck.

I see the way the energy isn’t flowing evenly anymore. And I see the center. That concentrated signature. Not Arachne’s magic. Not stable. It spikes again. Wild. Then it slams down. I feel something close to excitement curl in my stomach. Not joy. Not happiness. Something sharper. “She doesn’t have control over it,” I murmur. “Over the child?” Carter asks. “Over what the child is becoming.” Abomination. The signature flickers like a bad lightbulb. Erratic. Emotional. I imagine the girl inside that house. Helena’s daughter. Unaware. Untrained. A loaded weapon with no safety on.

A feral wolf loomed over him, claws dripping with blood that wasn’t its own. Something inside me snapped at the sight of it. Suddenly, my body wasn’t mine again. It was ruled by chaos and destruction. An inhuman roar tore from my throat as I lunged at the rogue with anger. He hurt him. He dared to hurt him. He hurt him. I slammed into the rogue with enough force to knock us both off our feet. The rogue flung me off with brute force. Not given enough time to shift, the rogue leaped into the air in my direction and I rolled off, grabbing my dagger and rammed it into his head.

He stumbled back, clutching at the wound and gasping. “Fuck!” he shouted. “She’s stronger than she looks!” “Pussy,” Eyepatch said. He snapped his fingers at another rogue. “You! Get off your ass and take care of her!” I turned just as another rogue, fully shifted this time, came at me from the left. I ducked under his claws and slammed my body into his legs, knocking him off balance. He hit the ground hard, and I was on him in an instant, my jaws closing around his throat. The moment he stopped moving, I whirled around, blood dripping from my jaws, and gauged the situation.

Sweetly I slowly turned around and began to lower to a kneeling position only to swipe out my leg knocking him off balance before standing back up with my foot on the alpha’s throat slowly pressing downwards. "Lastly, I. CANNOT. BE. COMMANDED." I growled, although I still did not have my wolf, I could still sound the part. " for those who want to rely solely on their inherent ability to command rather and gain the trust, loyalty and following of their subordinates then know your audience" I said to the crowd with my foot still pressed to the alpha’s throat. Looking down at him and then back at the crowd I stated, "I am a rogue for all intents and purposes. I do not adhere to commands and thu