Fierce Twisted Rogue Novels & Stories

He raised one brow, "Really? Because you succeeded in getting your claws into Roman, you think you're superior to me now. You're still nothing but the slut who arched her back and begged me to take her like a two dollar whore." My jaw dropped to the floor, "Wh-what?" He snorted, "Let's not play games, Sofia. I'm sick and tired of your games. I don't have any interest in you now ," then he licked his lips lasviciously, "Even though I wouldn't mind pushing that gown over your head and pushing into your tight pussy right now." Heat crawled up my face and I couldn't think of one reason Sofia would have let this vulgar asshole touch her. He was sleazy and looked like a snake.

Her voice was soft but louder than before. “You’re welcome, my love.” I knelt next to the tub, “I know you have a lot of questions. To tell you the truth, I don’t know where to begin.” Taking a deep sigh, “I am a wolf shifter. We typically live in packs like Derrick’s. He is an alpha or leader. My father was one; he was betrayed by his second in command, his brother. He poisoned then challenged my father, knowing my father was weak to defend himself. That lead to his death. My mother was seven months pregnant with me at the time and was exiled out of the pack. Because of that, I don’t have a pack. Since I was raised outside of a pack and don’t have any real territory, I am less aggressive th

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

I spotted my Lycan mate in the middle of it all. He had three, maybe four, rogues coming at him specifically and he was lashing out at them left and right, tiring himself out but still fighting so hard. I leapt into action, throwing myself into the battle and grabbing one of the rogues by the throat. I pushed him far away from my mate and the rogue limped away in a hurry, his blood staining my fur. “That’s the one,” Freya hissed, pointing at the rogue I just sunk my teeth into. “He is the one I’ve seen torture my family!”

One rogue quickly struck Zane with his claws while covering Keira and the sight of Zane’s blood splattering on the floor enraged Tyr. He growled at them, feeling his wolf itching to come out, but he was so mad he quickly grabbed the two rogues by their neck and lifted them up in the air. The rogues kicked him hard, making them break loose from him. When they were about to flee, Tyr blocked their way and struck his claws on one of the rogue’s chest, eyes flickered with rage, Tyr mercilessly ripped out his heart. The rogue dropped dead on the floor.

I beg her to be reasonable. “Stop talking Ellie, all of this, this is all your fault.” She shakes her head at me. I spin back around when I hear another growl from the fight. Colin has Shane pinned to the ground. Shane is thrashing to get out of his hold, but Colin now a true Alpha, out powers him. Colin bares his teeth and bites down into Shane’s neck. A loud whimper is heard before his body falls completely still. Shane’s rogue’s take off into the woods. Colin shifts once again and heads towards me running to make sure I am ok.

Eric decided he would take her to the Palazzo; it was a lovely little pub for the elite. He wanted a place where he could have a quiet moment with her. He wanted to express his feelings toward her, uninterrupted. He could see she was tense as she barely engaged in a conversation with him, putting in a few words here and there. He did not want to impose himself, he was going to be gentle on her, though that was never his style as he always got his way with women whenever he wanted. He was attractive, well-off, and charismatic.

Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too. He took my hand and led me over to one of the few couches where we sat and talked for a while. The talking quickly turned into flirting and when he finished his beer, we went to the dance floor again. He definitely knew how to dance. He was sweet and irresistible. I never wanted to take my hands off of him. He was playing his cards right to take me home tonight and we both knew it.

“Oh. Umm, on a different topic there’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask you. Why don’t you like rogues?” Tyler lets out a large sigh. “Three years ago, there was a large rogue attack on Moonfang. My parents left to go fight, and were killed during the fighting. I was forced to step up and become Alpha at the age of seventeen. I couldn’t even finish high school properly. I had to attend online classes. I also had to attend college virtually. There are so many things that my parents will never get to see. I hate rogues because whenever I see one, I am reminded of what was taken from me.” Tyler falls silent and stares at his plate. “I understand,” I say softly. Tyler looks up quickly. “Rogue

Red, the color of violence, rage, war, blood, the hue that defines passion, love, tenderness, lust astonished but sustains Brian McCoy’s personality splendidly, although I grant him more like a grey or black color guy, just like his disguises and cold behavior he carries all his life.