Forever Your Rogue Novels & Stories

Harrison offered. “Thanks, but no thanks. Being rogue suits me if you haven’t noticed. It lets me walk in and out of any pack I need to and makes it easier to blend into things when I’m around humans,” Hayden said. “Let’s go inside so I can talk to Mimi and find out everything she knows.”

Andrea set her fingers in motion and typed a message. The Malchian grove is located at the far west of the werewolf city, Brookehurt—yes, you heard me right. The monster who holds Olivia captive is a wolf—along the West-Central Brookehurt highway. I have video proof, which I'll leave below. This (the scene in the video) took place during the raid that happened a week ago. She pinned the post. Going on to Twitter. She forwarded the exact message, same as the video. Done sending the message, she shut her phone. An ugly smirk appeared on her face. "Let the game begin."

But it was for the best because sometimes in life, your failure is a blessing in disguise. I was at once thrown out of the Fire Wolf Pack and warned never to come back, or else I'll be killed on sight. With nowhere left to go, I took refuge and became a rogue in the dark forest, and ever since that day, the story of my life changed forever. I moved from being a weakling to becoming the alpha-killing machine that I am now. And yet again, I have destroyed another pack, many more to go.

Andre, “I don’t know but something big is happening! I can feel it!” Evan, “please just chill, I don’t need this shit today!” I opened the door to the diner and her smell hit me first! The most amazing smell of dark chocolate coffee hit me and almost knocked me backward. The second thing I sensed is she is a rouge! What the hell is happening? How did I walk into the only restaurant that had a fucking rogue working there? I scanned the room until I locked eyes with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. But she was a rogue!

Dinner was nothing fancy, just instant noddles with rich, spicy broth that made her tear up, although she wasn’t sure the tears were only because of the spice. They all huddled together in the training room, the next biggest room after the common room, and they laid their sleeping bags together, but none of them could fall asleep for fear that they could be attacked. “I was thrown out of my pack when my mate died, and his parents linked his death to mine.” A voice rang out in the silence, and everyone turned to look at the owner. “No amount of pleading would make them believe I had no part in his death, and my parents were sucking up to his just because they were our alpha’s. I had no choice

She raised a claw to finish it off when another rogue jumped at her, knocking her off the wolf. Nora whimpered, falling to a side, leaving her ribs bruised and bleeding. Of course, rogues travelled in twos. The new rogue crouched beside the fallen rogue, sniffing it and checking if it was still alive. Nora saw her blood on a couple of fallen leaves and growled, charging at the newcomer. She gave it no breathing space as she took it down, swiping at its neck with renewed energy and anger. When it tried to howl for help, she ripped out its vocal cord and the rogue went still. Returning to the initial one, it was barely alive and struggling to get away.

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.

"You are right. He is using your mate bond to suck all the magic from you. In a few hours you will barely be human; that's if you're not dead before that..." "Why are you telling me this?" I asked. The rogue turned toward his friends. "Because," he said, a sinister smile spreading over his cracked and dry lips. "That is the reason I am here. I am going to kill you..." The next moment, more rogues made their presence known, and they popped their heads in at every possible corner. I could smell their excitement. I could sense their intense desire to have me dead. Will I be able to survive and defeat the rogues? Or will it all be in vain? ****

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

“It doesn’t matter; you’re mated now. I am happy for you.” “What about you? Have you found a mate?” “I did, when I turned 18. She was older by two years. About a week after we met, there was a rogue attack; she was one of the few who didn’t make it. It all made sense why Dylan hated Owen. It isn’t because of who Owen is; it is because Owen is considered a rogue. Dylan probably blames all rogues for losing his mate. “I am sorry to hear that.” I touched his shoulder and gave a sympathetic smile.