Fierce Twisted Rogue Novels & Stories

Its Rowena, I don’t think a princess is ever going to be a sacrifice. Silence followed after I had said that,but I felt his tension ease. I looked at him in a way he wouldn’t know, I wanted to take all his features, his looks and the way he looked at me when I wasn’t starring. Why do they call you the rogue Alpha , I found myself asking. When I asked that question it seemed to get his attention because he looked at me. I don’t go with their rules princess and I don’t worship their stupid moon goddess who abandoned my people when your people turned against us or because I protected my people with my own power.

I since of relief sparks through my rage, and can breath a little easier knowing she’s not in their hands anymore. Two rogues lunge at me at once. I duck the first, but the second catches my side with his claws. The rake deep into my flesh and I stumble back. White pain explodes in my side, making it hard to remain on my feet. Hector pushes harder to maintain control, but something is weakening him. ‘His claw,” Hector rasps. ‘They were dipped in silver.’ The rogue stands in front of me, flexing his claws by his side. “What’s wrong? Can the bastard Alpha’s son not handle a little bit of silver?”

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

As I fumbled in my bag, my hand closed around a heavy steel quill. The door flew open. "You treacherous bitch! Who were you signaling?" The rogue grabbed a fistful of my hair and hauled me out of the transport. He snatched my device and crushed it under his boot. "No! Let me go!" I thrashed, kicking and biting at his hands, but he was a Beta-class brute, far stronger than me. He dragged me across the dirt like a kill. Ruth stirred and tried to crawl out to help, but the driver delivered a brutal kick to her ribs. "Stay down, old meat!" He slammed the transport door and locked it, trapping her inside.

Damien's wolf flipped the rogue all over, tearing his sharp fangs into the rogue's neck. The rogue flipped Damien over with his hind legs, the rogue shifted right that moment, tearing into him. The rogue covered Damien's wolf, I looked around with trembling hands spotting a branch at the side, I took it stabbing the rogue with it. The rogue lets out a low guttural sound turning to face me, his eyes glowing red. The rogue howled loudly, sending chills down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath hitched in my throat. It was coming for me. Run.

Cora whispered. The battle intensified. Rogues tore into the walls, claws scratching, weapons swinging. Frostbite pack members fought with everything they had, but the rogues were organized, prepared ..... more than I had expected. A rogue slipped past Anton, moving toward where Cora and Hannah huddled. My anger snapped. I launched myself at him, claws out, teeth bared. The rogue didn’t see me coming until it was too late. “Bastard,” I growled, sinking my claws into his shoulder. The sound of ripping metal and flesh was accompanied by his terrified scream.

Cowards have no place among the brave. The first rogue materialised from the shadows—a creature as twisted by hate as it was clawed and vicious. My powers coiled within me, a serpentine energy wound tight and ready to strike. The rogue lunged, eyes wild with malice, its snarl a wicked symphony of intent.

Maverick stiffens beside me, his eyes flashing with something I can’t name right now. Ahead of us, branches snap and something massive shifts in the shadows. I catch a glimpse of its eyes, unnatural, red and burning. It’s not a normal werewolf, but a rogue. And it's not a random rogue. Nyx pushes against my skin, desperate to break free. ‘A rogue. Kill him.’ The rogue snarls, his shoulders bulging as he steps into view. His eyes linger on me for a heartbeat, then move back to the ground. I push forward, ready to shift, but in a flash, the rogue lunges away. The trees shake as he crashes through them, gone before I can rip free my claws.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

Loren said, signaling everyone to leave. I smirked, looking at the rogue who was baring his fangs at me." I wanted to keep you longer but I guess you miss your master too much." "Just kill me if you have the guts, lycan trash!" He spat out, his eyes fixed on mine. Daring. Something tells me he wasn't just an ordinary rogue. The fierceness and the strength these rogues possessed were unbelievable. They can't be mere werewolves and it was close to impossible for a lycan to go rogue.