Fierce Twisted Rogue Novels & Stories

But Claire couldn’t focus on any of it. Not yet. Because something was wrong. Something was missing. --- Ryan moved like a force of nature through the chaos, swift and brutal. His men—loyal, lethal—cleared the room with ruthless precision, every movement efficient, every shot deadly. The leader who had taunted them earlier now lay crumpled near the fireplace, a bullet hole in his chest. And yet... the gnawing sensation in Claire’s gut only grew. This wasn’t just a random attack. It wasn’t even a revenge strike.

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

I felt his presence, his sweet scent filling my nose, and he was…. “Say your last prayer, rogue.” He growled behind the rogue, and suddenly, I was held tightly by the rogue, but the next minute I was free to watch Dante battle with it. *** The fight lasted for a long time, the rogues were skilled and were unlike the ones I had seen before. They have powers and more strength which I could tell isn’t from natural sources, they are from the witches' side after all. “Fuck, that was refreshing,” Alessia yelled as the last rogue drop-dead.

He said in a calm, cold voice and closed his entire hand crushing Ashwin on the spot. Spontaneously to him crushing Ashwin, Rogue appeared before Miuery, who tried to defend with her swamp ability. Rogue’s hand simply bypassed the Swamp and tore through her intestines, he looked at her fearful eyes and swung her to the side, making her smash against the mountain wall.

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

“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.

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