Fierce Twisted Rogue Novels & Stories

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

How dare they think lowly of me just because I am a woman when I am much more powerful than hundreds of them combined? I love killing Rogues using the abilities that I have and one of them is to control lightning. That's what they get for laying their filthy hands on me. They deserve to be tortured, but they're lucky enough that I'm in a hurry or they'll die an excruciating death.

“Well?” “He has some… characteristics of a rogue: red eyes, difficulty controlling himself, and bloodlust. Still, Daphne, his mate apparently, can calm him. We brought them back here for safety, but during a break out from the prison, Arthur attacked and hurt several of our patrolmen.” Rex hummed, “Tell me about these rogue characteristics? Is he insane?” Blade shook his head, “No. Not… normally. Perhaps a bit distrusting of us, but he is capable of speech and reason. In the midst of battle, however, his strength is overwhelming and his bloodlust only intensifies his aggressiveness."

Later, we found out Margaret told her to write an apology letter with ten pages front and back. So yeah, you could name her the villain of this place, but for me, she was just a disciplined woman. The real rogue was the head chef, Kavin. This man was the worst of the worst. And as his sous chef, it was hard to work with him. His rude behavior, mean comments, and judgemental conduct. annoyed not only me but all the people here

Nicoles POV I can't fucking believe this, it's all too much. I should have known better than to sleep with him, yet it felt so right. I run until I can't anymore, out of breath, I find a spot under some brush to try and keep out of the rain. Again, I'm hiding, only this time I care for him and it sounds ridiculous as I met him only mere hours ago. Hearing a twig break, I hold my breath, it's still raining so hopefully whoever is out there doesn't pick my scent up. The thought still freaks me out but it is what it is. Some minutes pass by, I peak around the bush and see nothing. Whew, it must have been a passerby. "Got you girl", my eyes widen at the fear of a man I do not recognize. Grabbing

“Not that it’s not all true but—” I grin. “Anyway,” she takes a deep breath, as if she allows herself to get distracted only that far. “This is where it becomes really freaky, you know.” My spine straightens at the word ‘freaky.’ “Tell me.” “Well, she said that in the next hour or so, you’ll have visitors who will create wards to protect Mystical Grove. That after all the disruptive weather fluctuations and that freak storm that just happened earlier in the evening today, the possibility that some… not-so-good elements have discovered there’s an unknown but powerful Warlock here. And that if you’re discovered while still untrained about your powers—we don’t even know what powers you actually

Fen surged beneath his skin, dark claws emerging as he threw the attacker aside. But the rogue didn’t stay down. It rose immediately, shaking off blows that should have shattered ribs. Pain meant nothing to it. Mira felt that unnatural endurance echo in her own marrow, and deep within the bond, Sera whimpered in shared distress. Darius froze for a heartbeat, staring at the creature. The crescent scar on the rogue’s shoulder pulsed with a faint, sickly light beneath the rain. This was no ordinary fighter. It was a vessel emptied of will, animated only by whatever dark ritual had carved that mark into its flesh.

But his tone held less accusation than before, edged with something like reluctant admiration as I felled another attacker. A massive rogue—alpha-sized, with a scarred muzzle and eyes burning with hatred—barreled through the line, aiming straight for Taehyung. "For the fallen!" it snarled in a guttural voice, half-human, half-beast. Taehyung met it head-on, their bodies colliding in a whirlwind of claws and fangs. He held his ground, but his wound betrayed him—a stumble, a wince—and the rogue exploited it, slashing at his side.

A loud gasp tore out of my mouth as the fear shut through me. Dylan instantly raised up his head and he looked over at me and this time it wasn't Dylan that I had talked with this evening or the one that told Jake to protect me. He was different , fully clothed with blood and his sword dragging out and his eyes red in rage . All that I could see at this moment was the full blown monster that I have told about . Right now he wasn’t Dylan that I knew , he was “the rogue king” . “Bring me the princess” I heard his voice roar through the hall.

They were Derrick’s soldiers, super wolves trained to kill without mercy At first, they protected the packs from rogues, then Derrick turned them into his personal assassins, making them kill anyone who opposed his rules. But of all the rogue hunters, there was no one I hated more than Jax Ferrah. Derrick’s favorite hunter. He was ruthless and heartless – the definition of barbaric when it came to killing. Whenever Jax was there, even women or children weren’t spared. He was a monster. Dean used to hate Jax, and he hated Derrick too. But when his father grew too weak to lead, Dean became Alpha. I thought things would change, but I was wrong. The fact that I could smell a rogue hunter meant D